'Oh, don't stand like that,' she burst out, 'as if it was all true.' 'But they can't prove it's true,' exclaimed Drake, with a trace of cunning in his voice.

'No; they can't prove it's true.' 'But is it ?' Clarice stood in front of him, her hands clenched.

Drake dropped his eyes from her face, raised them again, and again lowered them.

'Is it ?' she repeated, and her voice rose to the tone of a demand.
'Yes,' and he answered her in a whisper.
Clarice recoiled from him with a cry of disgust.

She noticed that he drew a long breath--of relief, it seemed--like the criminal when his crime is at last brought home to him.