"But he did, and said that if I gave him two thousand pounds he would bring Jim back. Failing me, he tried you at a higher price. I should have had him arrested, Mr. Hall says, but I could not. I was bewildered--quite bewildered. It seems incredible. Oh, Lionel,"--she laid her hand imploringly on his sleeve--"surely Demetrius did not behave so vilely!"
"I fear that he did. The man, as every one in London knows, was madly in love with you."
"I never encouraged him--really I didn't."
"No," said Lionel, bluntly. "I do not think he was rich enough for you to encourage."
"How can you think so badly of me?"
"Because you are all self--you admitted that long ago. To do you justice, I think you were a good wife to Jim."
"I am a good wife. Don't make me out to be the widow I am not. Of course, this story must be false," she ended, helplessly.
"I think not--it is too circumstantial. And moreover, this man, who appears to be illiterate, could not invent such a tale. Plainly the Russian, who seemed to be clever, conspired to get rid of Jim, so that you might be induced to marry him."
"As though I would ever do such a thing! I told you at Firmingham that I had no intention of marrying. I daresay Jim and I will come together again, and be very happy."
"I hope so--I trust so," said Lionel, with solemn emphasis. "Remember, God is giving you another chance."