“Why not?”
“I don’t know enough of you,” she answered with the greatest simplicity; “that’s one reason.”
“And the other?”
She made no answer.
“The other!” he shouted in a voice of thunder. “There is someone else in the case—is that it?”
“I won’t answer you.”
“Then you have been making a fool of me all this time,” he cried, in a voice of concentrated passion. “You treacherous infamous girl; but I’ll let you know, my lady, that Charles Peace is not to be trampled upon with impunity—understand that.”
He caught her by the wrist and held it with the grip of a vice.
“Let me go—ye hurt me—let me go!” she exclaimed in some alarm.
“Not till you give me the name of my rival. Until you do that I will not release you.”