Her vehemence, so much at variance with her usual manner, made Anstice uneasy about her.
"See here, Mrs. Carstairs." He sat down on the couch beside her, and spoke persuasively. "You must promise me not to let your mind dwell on your terrible experience. Honestly, do you think it wise to stay here? Won't it be painful for you to live among the people who know you? Wouldn't it be better to go away for a short time, travel a little? There are plenty of places off the beaten track where you would be able to rest and get back your health and your spirits."
She turned to him with a hint of a kindlier manner than she had hitherto displayed.
"Dr. Anstice, to tell you the truth I don't want to travel. I shall be happier here, in my own home, with my old servants round me, able to do exactly as I choose from morning to night."
She hesitated a moment; then resumed in her former indifferent tone: "You see, my husband, although he refuses to believe in my innocence, has handed over this house to me; and under my marriage settlement I have quite a large income----"
He interrupted her abruptly-"Mrs. Carstairs, forgive me--did you say your husband refused to believe you innocent?"
"Yes. My husband--like the majority of the world--believes me guilty," said Chloe Carstairs.