“You must not give way.�
“It is a lie, a dastardly lie!� she panted out at last.
“It is God’s truth,� said I. “He repudiates you.�
“No man could be so base,� she persisted, “he swore that he loved me.�
“I would it were otherwise, madam, but he is gone, leaving that message for you.�
“And he made you his messenger?�
“I volunteered.�
“Why? Why?�
“Because he is a low coward.�
“And you stood by and let him insult me, your patron’s daughter, your mistress?�