"He's in love with me," Sibylla said.
"And you have encouraged him. Good Lord!"
"For a purpose. Purely for a purpose."
"And after what he did—after that vile screed he published."
She colored softly. "Then you saw it?" she asked.
"It was sent to me in Scotland. Of course I knew it wasn't true. I was tempted to horsewhip the beggar."
"But it was true," she declared boldly. "That was the worst of it."
And at that Carleigh sat suddenly upright, whereas he had been lounging. "I never knew it. I never threw Rosamond over for it. You know that."
"That was its only inaccuracy. The prison part was quite true. Your wife's father is still serving his sentence in the United States Federal Prison at Atlanta, Georgia."
"And you never told me! She never told me!" he cried reproachfully.