Janetta could not refuse. But she felt it one of the hardest tasks that she had ever had to perform in life. She was sorry for Juliet Brand, but she shrank with all her heart and soul from writing to Wyvis to return to her. Yet what else could she do?
CHAPTER XXXVI.
THE FRUITS OF A LIE.
When she told old Mrs. Brand what she had done, she was amazed to mark the change which came over that sad and troubled countenance. Mrs. Brand's face flushed violently, her eyes gleamed with a look as near akin to wrath as any which Janetta had ever seen upon it.
"You have promised to write to Wyvis?" she cried. "Why? What is it to you? Why should you write?"
"Why should I not?" asked Janetta, in surprise.
"He will never come back to her—never. And it is better so. She spoiled his life with her violence, her extravagance, her flirtations. He could not bear it; and why should he be brought back to suffer all again?"
"She is his wife still," said the girl, in a low tone.
"They are separated. She tried to get a divorce, even if she did not succeed. I do not call her his wife."