“Why don’t you speak to her?” I whispered.
“Why should I?” he answered, coolly. “She is doing her utmost to bring ruin upon you. She is our enemy.”
“Not yours.”
“If yours, mine,” he declared, smiling down upon me. “Isn’t that so?”
“Even now she is willing to make terms,” I said, slowly, with my eyes fixed upon the approaching train. “She is willing——”
“Well!”
“To spare us, if——”
“Well!”
“If you will give me up.”
He laughed mockingly.