"And he doesn't know about us?"
"No."
Thoroughly exasperated, he again advanced towards her, his face distorted with rage.
"By God!" he exclaimed. "I never beat a woman in my life, but I feel as though I could wring your neck!"
White-faced, trembling, she stared at him helplessly. Hysterically, she cried:
"Why don't you? You have done everything else. Why don't you?"
"Don't you know," he continued furiously, "that I gave Madison my word that if you came back to me I'd let him know? Don't you know that I like that young fellow, and I wanted to protect him, and did everything I could to help him? And do you know what you've done to me? You've made me out a liar—you've made me lie to a man—a man—you understand! What are you going to do now? Tell me—what are you going to do now? Don't stand there as if you've lost your voice—how are you going to square me?"
Summoning up all her courage, she faced him, calmly, defiantly.
"I'm not thinking about squaring you," she said ironically. "What am I going to do for him?"
"Not what you are going to do for him," he retorted. "What am I going to do for him? Why, I wouldn't have that young fellow think that I tricked him into this thing for you or all the rest of the women of your kind on earth. Good God! I might have known that you, and the others like you, couldn't be square."