CHAPTER VII.
ANOTHER LOVE SCENE.
Claude.—"Miserable trickster! you know that your weapon is harmless!—You have the courage of the mountebank, sir, not the bravo."
BULWER.—Lady of Lyons.
That very day a strangely different scene took place in that house.
Mrs. Vyner was in that famous boudoir before described; Maxwell was gloomily pacing it to and fro. He was there for the purpose of having an "explanation"; but he found her more than a match for him, and was now trying to beat from his stupid brain a convincing argument.
"You don't love me," he at last exclaimed.
"Have you come here to tell me that? If so, I would have you observe, that you have chosen a singularly inappropriate occasion."
"I say you don't love me," he repeated, and his eyes sparkled with malignant fire.
"Perhaps not. You do not take the way to make me love you."