"Because you have—Oh, I cannot tell you!"
"I have a right to know, Vivian. You have made a man of me. I love you with my whole heart. What have I done—that I have not told you?"
Then she recalled his contrite confessions; and contrasted what he had told her with what he had not; with the unspeakable fate to which he would have consigned her—and those to come; and a sort of holy rage rose within her.
"You never told me of the state of your health, Morton."
It was done. She looked to see him fall at her feet in utter abashment, but he did nothing of the kind. What he did do astonished her beyond measure. He rose to his feet, with clenched fists.
"Has that damned doctor been giving me away?" he demanded. "Because if he has I'll kill him!"
"He has not," said Vivian. "Not by the faintest hint, ever. And is that all you think of?—
"Good-bye."