“You dog!” I cried—— I turned upon him madly. “You hound! You dog!”
Zyp threw herself upon her knees on the threshold of the room.
“Yes,” she cried, “he is, and I never knew it till two nights ago, when the girl found her way here. She didn’t know he had a wife and it broke her heart. I can understand that now. But you mustn’t hurt him, Renny.”
“The girl has drowned herself, Zyp.”
“And not for you, Renny? He said it was you she loved and that he was the mediator. Was that a lie?”
“It was a lie!”
“I thought then it was. I never believed him as I believed you. But tell me you won’t hurt him—he’s my husband. Swear on this, Renny.”
With an infinitely pathetic action she held toward me the little bundle she had clasped all through in her arms. It woke and wailed as she lifted it up.
“It cries to you, too,” she said; “my little Zyp, that pleads for her daddy.”
Jason gave a short, ironical laugh.