"Where is Gareth?" asked the Count.
"Upstairs, in her room."
"I will take her away with me. A wife must go with her husband," he answered; his tone curt and bitter.
"She is ill. A case for a doctor, I fear."
"She was well enough just now. Is this another trick? Tell her I am waiting for her. She has cost me enough. I may as well have as much of her as I can."
"You will have her life if you take her away now. But that may be your object." I could not help the taunt, his manner so enraged me.
"Thank you," he said, with a curl of the lip.
"It is no case for harsh words," put in his Excellency.
"And more certainly none for harsh deeds. Gareth cannot go until a doctor has seen her," I declared firmly.
"But for your meddling none of this would have happened," declared Gustav. "Let me see her."