"No, Madame. He knows noding."
"Then why——?"
"Because," said Piquette, rising with some dignity, "because it pleases me, Madame. What Jeem 'Orton wish'—is my wish too. 'E love you. Eh bien! What 'e is to me does not matter."
Moira stared at her dully. She could not believe.
"If you do not on'erstan' me, Madame," Piquette continued, "it is because you do not wish to on'erstan', because all de sacrifice 'e make for you is in vain. You listen to deir lies, become a partner in a crime to get money which does not belong to you——"
"How do you know this?"
"'Arry 'Orton—your 'usband—tol' me de trut'."
"Harry!"
"Yes, Madame. I was a frien' to your 'usband."
"You——?"