"Tell me, is it true? If you will deny it, I will take your word against that of the whole world." It would have been so easy to say "No," and Alicia could have said it readily enough to any person on earth except her husband, but something seemed to rise within her to forbid the lie, and she remained silent: she either could not or would not speak. All around them was the silence of the woods, and they were themselves so still that a robin, more daring than his fellows, hopped close by their feet and chirruped a sweet little song. After a long pause Senator March repeated, in the same voice: "Will you not speak? Am I to believe--" He stopped, and Alicia longed to speak, but as before no words came to her. She rose as if to walk towards the carriage, but she swayed so that her husband took her arm to support her. Then they went up the hill and, entering the waiting carriage, were driven towards the city. Not a word was spoken during the homeward drive. When they reached the asphalted streets Senator March directed the coachman to drive to the smart hotel where Colegrove had a splendid suite of rooms. Alicia’s trembling heart sank lower; she thought it a fearful blunder that Senator March’s carriage should be seen at Colegrove’s hotel, but Senator March had never in his life concealed anything, and he was too stunned to adopt any of the small precautions of fear. When they reached the hotel he alighted and said with somewhat of his usual composure to the footman: "Mrs. March will drive home," and then, lifting his hat to Alicia, he walked into the hotel. Entering the lift, the Senator went straight to Colegrove’s apartments. He opened the door without knocking and turned into the study of the suite, and there found Colegrove sitting at a large table, covered with books and papers, with a couple of the greatest railways’ lawyers in America sitting with him. March bowed to them politely, and then, without sitting down, said coldly to Colegrove: "I must be allowed to interrupt these gentlemen for a few minutes while I speak with you alone." All three men had risen as Senator March entered; he was too important a man to be received with other than the highest respect, nor did Colegrove make the slightest objection to leading the way into the next room. The light of battle was in his eye, and it was plain that he was prepared to fight. After closing the door he said at once: "You have, of course, seen the story in the afternoon newspapers? Much of it, I need hardly say, is a batch of lies, a part of it we have no reason to conceal, and the rest can be explained. There is no occasion for anybody to fall into a panic." "I didn’t come here to discuss that with you," replied Senator March, looking fixedly at Colegrove. "You wish to know about your wife’s transactions with me?" calmly asked Colegrove, carrying the war into Africa according to his invariable custom.