"You are still here, Yorke," she said. "You haven't gone? I thought—I thought you'd have left me directly, and that I shouldn't have seen you again."
He laughed, scarcely knowing what he did.
"Not much use in that, Fin," he said drearily, hopelessly. "You acted like—well, like a woman, I suppose——."
"Oh!" she moaned. "I acted like a demon. I hadn't any pity, any mercy! I watched her getting whiter and whiter—I heard her cry out as if I'd stabbed her——."
He put up his hand to silence her.
"That—that will do, Fin!" he said hoarsely.
"But I should have given in to her and kept back the lies if you hadn't sent me this."
She put her hand to her bosom and drew out the locket. "That gave me the pluck and the obstinacy. I thought after all you cared for me——." She stopped. "It was a mistake all round, and—and—so I don't care to keep it any longer. Take it, Yorke."
He shook his head; but she put the locket in his hand.
"Do you think I'd keep it now I know you didn't mean it for me, but for her? Not me! Take it and—well, give me the other."