"No, no! I sent it to her the same day as I sent this thing to you."
She gazed at him perplexedly for a moment; then she laughed a mirthless laugh.
"My God!" she said, "I see! You put them in the wrong papers! and I thought you—you cared for me still; and—and I told her so. And she believed it!"
"You told her—she believed it!"
"Yes," she panted hoarsely. "She believed it, and gave you up! She couldn't do otherwise after finding that locket and—and the lies I told her. I said you were going to marry me——."
She stopped and looked at his face, white and set.
"You—you could kill me even as I lie here, Yorke," she said, in a dull, despairing voice. "I can see it in your eyes."
He turned his eyes away.
"Go—go on!" he said, almost inarticulately.