"I have entered Selingman's corps of the German Secret Service." "You mean that you are a traitor!" she exclaimed.
"A traitor to the false England of to-day," Norgate replied, "a friend, I hope, of the real England." She sat quite still for some moments.
"Somehow or other," she said, "I scarcely fancied that you would give in so easily." "You seem disappointed," he remarked, "yet, after all, am I not on your side ?" "I suppose so," she answered, without enthusiasm.
There was another and a more prolonged silence.

Norgate rose at last to his feet.

He walked restlessly to the end of the room and back again.

A dark mass of clouds had rolled up; the air seemed almost sulphurous with the presage of a coming storm.

They looked out into the gathering darkness.
"I don't understand," he said.