"What do you mean?"
Her lips were white now, and the teeth gleamed and chattered between them.
"Have you no dread that he will bring that one event perpetually before us?"
Rachael shook her head.
"Does nothing tell you that he was mixed up in that tragedy?"
"What should tell me of that? It was the crime of a miserable old woman."
"Still you understand nothing of that which is a continual pain to me."
A burst of hysterical laughter answered him. The nerves of that woman were undoubtedly giving way.
"You are mocking me. It is only fiends who torment their victims. You are my husband, and should know better!"
"Rachael Closs, control yourself!"