"Abroad. I don't think we need go into particulars, Violet."
She said nothing while one could count twenty, then she looked round at him with a glance half fearful.
"Did you—had you any hand——" She could not finish the sentence.
He looked her full in the face, then let his eyes drop.
"Better not ask for any of the details, my dear Violet! Take the thing in its bare simplicity. If I had, as you delicately suggested, any hand in bringing about this consummation you so devoutly desired, what would you say? Are you going to overwhelm me with reproaches and cover me with remorse?"
The two spots burnt redly on her cheeks, then, as she turned and faced him, her face went very white.
"No. Do you think I have forgotten what you said? You asked me if I was prepared to separate them at any cost, and I answered 'at any cost.' I have not forgotten. I do not retract my words. I said what I meant—-"
"Even if it meant—murder?" he remarked, coolly.
She shuddered, and glanced toward the door fearfully, then she met his gaze defiantly.
"Yes, even if it meant murder!"