"That I am not what I ought to be."
The Duke stared aghast. "Then you ain't t" he shouted.
"Dr. Demetrius might say so."
"Leah!" He sprang up with clenched fists and his face took on a direfully black expression, which rejoiced her heart.
"Jim, I believe--really, I believe that you have some love for me after all."
"Oh, hang your fine talk. Demetrius?"
"I have kissed him."
"He dared to kiss you?"
"I dared to kiss him."
"You devil!" He suddenly raised his fist. Leah never winced, although he towered over her with his mouth working and his eyes animal in their unconsidering passion. It was impossible to strike, although his heart cried out that she ought to die. With an oath--it came out savagely this time--the fist dropped. "I'll have a divorce," muttered Jim, and plunged for the door.