He was silent and she knew that she was on his trail.
Two evenings later she caught him as he was leaving the house.
"Where are you going?" she said.
"I'm going up to Garthdale to see your father."
Her eyes flinched.
"You saw him yesterday."
"I did."
"Is he worse?"
He hesitated. Lying had not as yet come lightly to him.
"I'm not easy about him," he said.
She was not satisfied. She had caught the hesitation.
"Can't you tell me," she persisted, "if he's worse?"
He looked at her calmly.
"I can't tell you till I've seen him."
That roused her. She bit her lip. She knew that whatever she did she
must not show temper.
"Did Gwenda send for you?"
Her voice was quiet.
"She did not."
He strode out of the house.
After that he never told her when he was going up to Garthdale toward
nightfall. He was sometimes driven to lie. It was up Rathdale he was
going, or to Greffington, or to smoke a pipe with Ned Alderson, or to
turn in for a game of billiards at the village club.
And whenever he lied to her she saw through him. She was prepared for
the lie. She said to herself, "He is going to see Gwenda. He can't
keep away from her."
And then she remembered what Alice had said to her. "You'll know some
day."
She knew.