"No! I tell you it is impossible. I trust him! I love him! He could not be such a mean villain."
"I can prove to you that what I say is true."
"Do so and I will believe it. If it is true," she muttered, clenching her fist--"if it is true, I shall bitterly punish him for the deception."
"Come with me to-morrow evening at eight o'clock to Briarfield's rooms in Jermyn Street, and I'll engage you shall see them together."
"If I thought so--but no," she said, breaking off impetuously. "I cannot come; how can I--how can I?"
"Ask Mrs. Bellin to come with you," I suggested.
"I cannot do that."
"Why not?"
She looked at me strangely for a moment, then walked to the other end of the room. When she returned, her face was flushed with anger.
"Why do you come here with these infamous tales, sir?" she cried excitedly. "I do not believe you!"