She put the case down on the toilet table in despair, while he, resuming the usual current of his thoughts, growled out:
“There’s no mistake about it! I will do for one of them!”
She looked at him doubtfully, for she had noticed that he was always threatening to kill everybody, and that he killed no one. He divined her hidden thought. It was dreadful.
“I knew that you despised me too,” he said.
He nearly struck her, and she wept bitterly; eventually he calmed down, however, and drew her a terrible picture of his financial embarrassments.
She wept at the picture, but did not promise to give him much, because it was against her principles to give money to a lover, and, besides, she feared he might go away altogether if he had the means to do so.
When she left the little blue rooms she was so upset that she quite forgot the amethyst ring lying on the toilet table.
CHAPTER XXIII
