“It is rumored,” he said—“it is rumored that Mr. Clark is soon to be married!”
A sort of spasmodic smile parted Zulima’s pale lips, till her white teeth shone through. She did not attempt to speak, but sat perfectly still gazing upon her visitor.
“Had your marriage been real, Mr. Clark would not thus openly commit himself.”
“Where is Mr. Clark?” said Zulima, sharply, and starting, as if from a dream.
“He is in Baltimore now.”
“And—and the lady?”
“She, too, is in Baltimore.”
“And I—I will go there also!”
“You! and after that which you know?”
“If these things are true, I will have them from the lips of my—of Daniel Clark. If they are not true—Oh, Father of heaven! then will his wife lie down and die at his feet—die of sorrow that she has ever doubted him.”