Who are you?
What is your real name?
I don't even know"-- bitterly--"whom I've married!" He released her suddenly, almost as though she had struck him.
"Who has been talking to you ?" he demanded, thickly.
"_Then it's true_ ?" Diana's hands fell to her sides and every drop of colour drained away from her face.

The question had been lying dormant in her mind ever since the day when Olga Lermontof had first implanted it there.

Now it had sprung from her lips, dragged forth by the emotion of the moment.
_And he couldn't answer it_! "Then it's true ?" she repeated.
Errington's face set like a mask.
"That is a question you shouldn't have asked," he replied coldly.
"And one you cannot answer ?" He bent his head.
"And one I cannot answer." Very slowly she picked up her wraps.
"Thank you," she said unsteadily.

"I'll--I'll go now." He laid his hand deliberately on the door-handle.
"No," he said.

"No, you won't go.