"Then what did he do in the bar?"
Trixie didn't know how much courage he used to ask this question.
Daryl's deception really disappointed her. The closest man to her, her husband, consumes her trust and feelings between them again and again. This is equivalent to taking her as a doll who fiddles with her at will and doesn't care at all.
In Trixie's view, Daryl's explanation to her was only perfunctory. From that night on, he began to tell one lie after another and then used other lies to round it up, so on and on.
"It seems that someone called him. I don't know what he did exactly."
Jane didn't care about fiddling with her fingernails. It sounds mockery to Trixie.
"So he didn't tell you anything? Another, Mrs. Blayden?"