"When their hearts are broken," growled her husband. "Upon my soul, Leah, I'm straighter than you are."
"I doubt that, since you swear by what you haven't got."
Jim rashly became aggressively virtuous. "I've not been a bad sort of husband to you, Leah."
"I have seen so little of you that it is rather difficult for me to give an opinion," she said, resting her elbow on the mantelpiece. "Mrs. Berring may be in a better position to judge of your virtues."
Kaimes turned white with emotion, and he rose from his low chair as though worked by springs. "It's a lie," he growled hoarsely. "I never married her."
"Married who?"
"The lady you talk about."
"The lady Mr. Askew talked about, you mean. I merely mention her name."
"It is not her name. She is Lola Fajardo."
"Of the Estancia, San Jago. So Mr. Askew explained."