"I am not glad," retorted Marjory scornfully. "And I am right content that you should be unable to understand why I will be mourning for her."
"Ah, well, we have never understood each other, have we?" rejoined Murray, taking snuff absent-mindedly. "Come, we will give orders for the removal of the unfortunate pair, and——"
The horror dawned once more in Marjory's face.
"And what!" she gasped.
"You forget, Marjory, that my savage henchmen have work to do," he answered nonchalantly. "I take it for granted that you do not wish to remain and view their labors?"
"You—you would——"
Emotion shocked her; but she fought for her self-control.
"You would leave these—these men—Master Ormerod—to—to——"
"And why not!" he replied. "They are enemies. As I have had occasion to tell him ere this, Master Ormerod has sought to contrive my ruin. Why should I spare him?"
"You know not the meaning of humanity, then!" she cried, anger striving with terror for control of her voice.