He could already see that he should be able to extract no consent from her; he felt rather sick. "It's extraordinary to me that you should n't be more afraid of being found out," he said after a moment's reflection. "There are two or three possible accidents."
"How do you know how much afraid I am? I have thought of every accident, in dreadful nights. How do you know what my life is, or what it has been all these miserable years?"
"You look wasted and worn, certainly."
"Ah, don't compliment me!" Georgina exclaimed. "If I had never known you—if I had not been through all this—I believe I should have been handsome. When did you hear of my marriage? Where were you at the time?"
"At Naples, more than six months ago, by a mere chance."
"How strange that it should have taken you so long! Is the lady a Neapolitan? They don't mind what they do over there."
"I have no information to give you beyond what I just said," Benyon rejoined. "My life does n't in the least regard you."
"Ah, but it does from the moment I refuse to let you divorce me."
"You refuse?" Benyon said softly.
"Don't look at me that way! You have n't advanced so rapidly as I used to think you would; you haven't distinguished yourself so much," she went on, irrelevantly.
