“Olivia,” he said, reluctantly.
“O—livia. And she’s a swell, of course? Oh, I’ve heard all about her, excepting how you managed to get her in your clutches. And I’ll know that soon. I’ll get her to tell me.”
He started, and let his shifty eyes fix themselves on her face.
“You’ll get her to tell you?” he breathed.
“Yes,” she said, defiantly, with a grin. “I’m going to make you open your eyes, Mr. Bradstone. I’m going to be a great lady myself. Oh, you may stare! And I mean to know your wife. I’ve took a fancy to her; she’s the swellest thing I’ve ever seen, even among the swells, and I mean to get as close as wax with her.”
“You——”
He put his hand to his forehead and looked at her in amazement.
She laughed.
“Yes, and you can’t prevent me, Mr. Bradstone. No, I think not! Oh, I know your game; but it won’t do. Just whisper a word against me to your pretty wife, and I’ll up and tell her the whole story.”
His hand dropped, and he stood as if turned to stone, his small eyes fixed upon her mocking face.