"No, no; you don't understand. I—"
"Kiss me."
"Why do you make me speak? I am going to be married again. I kissed her—a young girl—in this room half an hour ago. I could not outrage her trust in me."
A sort of stung expression came into the face of the kneeling woman and she staggered to her feet.
"You are going to take another wife! My God! I never thought—I never dreamt. It seemed so—so—impossible. I hope she will make you happier than I did."
"Oh, hush, hush!"
"She is one of your own class—a lady? What is her name?"
"I would rather not mention it. Give me your hand and let us part in peace."
"Tell it me," she pleaded. "What name do you call her by?"
"Ethel."