“Is this not yours?” he glared at her.
“Yes, but–” she said.
“One of the workman discovered it at the top of the unfinished staircase. Would you care to explain how it came to be there?” Henry demanded.
“I do not know,” she whispered, her head beginning to spin. “I never—”
“You were at the top of the unfinished staircase, a dangerous place for a woman in your condition. I forbid you—again—from entering the Tower until construction is complete.”
He snatched the fabric square from the desk as Emma reached for it. “I shall call for Doctor Schaefer, I believe you have some condition affecting your intelligence. Be available this afternoon. Can you manage that? You will not wander off on the grounds. You will not bedevil Mr. Swayne in his studio with your ridiculous smears.”
Emma swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that would only serve to increase Henry’s annoyance with her. “Yes,” she said.
He pressed his lips together, and slapped his hand on the desk, making her jump.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, Henry, my love,” she replied, a single tear fighting its way down her cheek. “Yes, my dear.”