She avoided looking at Granet.
"I am very sorry indeed," she went on, "if anything I have done has caused all this trouble.

Captain Granet came down here partly to play golf, partly at my invitation.

He was here yesterday afternoon, as my father knows.

Before he left--I asked him to come over last night." There was a breathless silence.

Isabel was standing at the end of the table, her fingers still clasped nervously together, a spot of intense colour in her cheeks.