His voice was low and sullen.

There was that in the other man's attitude that stilled his fury, rendering it futile, even in a fashion ridiculous.
"I am not thinking of you." Monck's coldness had in it something brutal.
"You are not the only person concerned.

But the fact remains--this woman is your wife.

You may as well tell the truth about it as not--since I know." Dacre jerked his head like an angry bull, but he submitted.

"Oh well, if you must have it, I suppose she was--once," he said.