“But you told me to-day that, when I marry her, everything is over between us.”
“Yes; everything is over between us now, Danilo,” she said gently.
His face flushed a fiery red and he strode toward her threateningly.
“Then it is not because of this marriage that you leave me—it is because you no longer love me!”
She made no answer, only looked at him, smiling slightly, a bright spot of colour in either cheek.
“You love some one else!” he shouted. “Who is it?” and his eyes roved for an instant back to Selden’s face.
“Ah, Danilo,” she said sadly, “do not spoil everything at the end in this way. Do not make me regret that I have known you!”
“Then it is true! Who is it?”
“Monsieur,” said Madame Ghita coldly, “I am not to be shouted at, even by you. You are not yourself to-night. If you are going to behave in this manner, I must ask you to withdraw.”
For an instant, Selden, tense and ready to spring, thought the prince was going to strike her.