“How in the world did you learn all this?” I exclaimed.
“I was there!” she answered, composedly as regarded my question, only in tears over Regan’s iniquity. “Well, Roy, he killed them! They are vegetables you know!”
“Regan a murderer!”
She heard the triumph and pleasure in my voice.
“He is a king!” she began, vehemently.
“Nonsense! He is a criminal! He ought to be hanged!”
“Not for subjects, not by subjects!” I had never seen Isabella so beautiful; she looked like an enraged goddess. “He is a king! He has a right to kill!”
“Can you so forget right—”
“It is ‘right’ of another world! It has no place here!”
“Calling men vegetables does not change the crime!” insisted I. “These creatures have souls! They are the humanity of the sphere!”