“With that man, and no other?”
“With no other man,” I answered, laying an emphasis on the word man; but he did not seem to heed it as I expected.
“Zana, one word more—answer from your soul—do you love me yet?”
Outraged and insulted, I drew myself up. “How dare you, the promised husband of Estelle, the lover of—of”——Passion stifled me, I could not utter Cora’s name.
He seemed surprised.
“I am not the promised husband of Estelle; I love no woman living but yourself, Zana.”
“Me?—can you say that here—here, and not shudder at the treason?”
“I can say it anywhere, Zana.”
He looked sincere, his voice was sweet as truth, and so like it that a thrill of exquisite joy stirred my whole system as I listened.
“You believe me, Zana?”