"It's true," he said briefly.
"True that she is going--mad?
Oh, Nick--Nick!" He slipped his arm around her.

"And the devil told her, did he ?" She leaned her forehead on his shoulder in an agony of quivering recollection.

"Because I wouldn't listen to him--because--because--" "Pass on," said Nick.

"He told her.

What happened ?" But she could not tell him.