"If I were not chained to this couch," she said between her teeth, "I should go after her and throw vitriol in her face. I would give her cause to repent having lured you from me with her miserable doll's face. Pah! the minx!"
Cuthbert grew really angry. "How dare you speak like this?" he said. "If you were able to attack Miss Saxon in the vile way you say, I should show you no mercy."
"What would you do—what would you do?" she panted.
"Put you in jail. That sort of thing may do abroad but we don't allow it here. I thought you were merely a foolish woman. Now I know you are bad and wicked."
"Cuthbert—Cuthbert."
"My name is Mallow to you, Senora Gredos. I'll go now and never see you again. I was foolish to come here."
"Wait—wait," she cried savagely, "it is just as well that you are here—just as well that we should come to an understanding."
"There can be no understanding. I marry Miss Saxon and—"
"Never, never, never! Listen, I can ruin her—"
"What do you mean?"