I might have answered that I remembered every word of it.  But what purpose, at that moment, would the answer have served?

How could I tell her that what she had said had astonished me, had distressed me, had suggested to me that she was in a state of dangerous nervous excitement, had even roused a moment’s doubt in my mind whether the loss of the jewel was as much a mystery to her as to the rest of us—­but had never once given me so much as a glimpse at the truth?  Without the shadow of a proof to produce in vindication of my innocence, how could I persuade her that I knew no more than the veriest stranger could have known of what was really in her thoughts when she spoke to me on the terrace?

“It may suit your convenience to forget; it suits my convenience to remember,” she went on.  “I know what I said—­for I considered it with myself, before I said it.  I gave you one opportunity after another of owning the truth.  I left nothing unsaid that I could say—­short of actually telling you that I knew you had committed the theft.  And all the return you made, was to look at me with your vile pretence of astonishment, and your false face of innocence—­just as you have looked at me to-day; just as you are looking at me now!  I left you, that morning, knowing you at last for what you were—­for what you are—­as base a wretch as ever walked the earth!”

“If you had spoken out at the time, you might have left me, Rachel, knowing that you had cruelly wronged an innocent man.”

“If I had spoken out before other people,” she retorted, with another burst of indignation, “you would have been disgraced for life!  If I had spoken out to no ears but yours, you would have denied it, as you are denying it now!  Do you think I should have believed you?  Would a man hesitate at a lie, who had done what I saw you do—­who had behaved about it afterwards, as I saw you behave?  I tell you again, I shrank from the horror of hearing you lie, after the horror of seeing you thieve.  You talk as if this was a misunderstanding which a few words might have set right!  Well! the misunderstanding is at an end.  Is the thing set right?  No! the thing is just where it was.  I don’t believe you now!  I don’t believe you found the nightgown, I don’t believe in Rosanna Spearman’s letter, I don’t believe a word you have said.  You stole it—­I saw you!  You affected to help the police—­I saw you!  You pledged the Diamond to the money-lender in London—­I am sure of it!  You cast the suspicion of your disgrace (thanks to my base silence!) on an innocent man!  You fled to the Continent with your plunder the next morning!  After all that vileness, there was but one thing more you could do.  You could come here with a last falsehood on your lips—­you could come here, and tell me that I have wronged you!”

If I had stayed a moment more, I know not what words might have escaped me which I should have remembered with vain repentance and regret.  I passed by her, and opened the door for the second time.  For the second time—­with the frantic perversity of a roused woman—­she caught me by the arm, and barred my way out.