"For her sakes, oh, yes!" She subsided sulkily. "I am nothings."
"For whose sake?" asked Brendon, rather alarmed, for he did not wish this tigress to know about Dorothy.
"The other woman's. Oh, yes, there is some one else. I know. You are mine all, and would be but for the other womans. Imbecile that I am to think of you who kick me hard--hard. And I can learn nothing--nothing. If I did--if I knew, I----" She stopped and breathed hard.
"I wonder you don't have me watched," said George, thoroughly angry at her unreasonable attitude. Lola tossed her head, and her expression changed to one of alarm. Brendon saw the change and guessed its meaning. "You did have me watched."
"And what if I did?" she demanded defiantly. "You are mine."
"I am not yours," he retorted angrily. "I have given you no cause to think that I would marry you."
Lola burst into tears. "You took me from the stones and snows," she wept with extravagant grief. "Why did I not die? You fed me with foods and made me shine in this London; you win my heart, and then--then--pschutt!" she snapped her fingers, "you toss it aside."
"Why did you have me watched?" asked George, sternly.
"I want to know of the other woman," she replied sullenly.
"There is no----" He broke off. "It has nothing to do with you."