Keith snatched up his hat and stick.
"Then I'll say good-bye," he said angrily; "if you disregard my wishes so much, you can't love me."
"Yes, I can!"
"You are jealous of this confounded woman."
"Perhaps I am."
Keith looked at her angrily for a moment--then dashed out of the room, whereon Eugénie burst out laughing.
"What a dear old boy he is," she said to herself; "he thinks I'm jealous. Well," with a frown, "perhaps I am. I wonder, if he knew that I gave him the five hundred pounds, what he'd say? He doesn't know that I'm a rich woman now, so I can test his love for me. I'm sure he's as true as steel."
She picked up her hat, and, going over to the mirror, leaned her elbows on the mantelpiece, looked searchingly at her beautiful face.
"Are you jealous, you foolish woman?" she said, with a laugh. "Yes, my dear, you are; at all events, you'll see your rival to-morrow. I'm afraid I'll make Keith a dreadful wife," she said, with a sigh, turning away. "For I think every woman is in love with him. Poor Keith, how angry he was!"
She burst out laughing, and left the room.