I suppose you're to be married." They moved apart, and each stared at O'Moy--Sylvia in cold anger, Tremayne in chagrin.
"You see, Sylvia," the captain cried, at this voicing of the world's opinion he feared so much on her behalf.
"Does she ?" said Sir Terence, misunderstanding.

"I wonder?
Unless you've made all plain." The captain frowned.
"Made what plain ?" he asked.

"There is something here I don't understand, O'Moy.

Your attitude towards me ever since you ordered me under arrest has been entirely extraordinary.

It has troubled me more than anything else in all this deplorable affair." "I believe you," snorted O'Moy, as with his hands behind his back he strode forward into the room.