He barely lifted his agonized black eyes. “You,”
She was in revolt again. “I? What did I do?”
“You—you threw away my ring. You said it was all—all over.”
“Well? Couldn’t I say that without driving you to act the madman? No one but a madman would have gone out of this house and—” She clasped her forehead in her hands with a dramatic lifting of the arms. “Oh! It’s too much! I don’t care about myself. But to have it on your conscience that a man has thrown his life away––”
He asked meekly, “What good was it to me when you wouldn’t have it?”
She stamped her foot. “Rash, you’ll drive me insane. Your life might be no good to you at all, and yet you might give it a chance for twenty-four hours—that isn’t much, is it?—before you—” She caught herself up. “Tell me. You don’t mean to say that you’re married?”
He nodded.
“To whom?”
“Her first name is Letty. I’ve forgotten the second name.”
“Where did you find her?”