"Is it so?" he said, turning to his wife.
"I believe it is, Louis."
"And who has told them? Who has been putting them up to it?" Now his hand had been withdrawn. "My God, am I to be followed here too with such persecution as this?"
"Nobody has told them,—but people have eyes."
"Liar, traitor, fiend!—it is you!" he said, turning upon his wife.
"Louis, as I hope for mercy, I have said not a word to any one that could injure you."
"Trevelyan, do not be so unjust, and so foolish," said Stanbury. "It is not her doing. Do you suppose that you can live here like this and give rise to no remarks? Do you think that people's eyes are not open, and that their tongues will not speak? I tell you, you are in danger here."
"What am I to do? Where am I to go? Can not they let me stay till I die? Whom am I hurting here? She may have all my money, if she wants it. She has got my child."
"I want nothing, Louis, but to take you where you may be safe and well."
"Why are you afraid of going to England?" Stanbury asked.