“Yes,” said Renée sadly; “he is never angry with me.”
“But I mean kind and loving and attentive, as your husband should be?” said Gertrude softly.
Renée looked at her with a sad, heavy look, and now that the first confidence had been made, her heart was open to her sister.
“Gertrude,” she whispered to her, “he never loved me!”
“Oh, Ren dear, think what you are saying!”
“I do think, dear, and I say it once more. He never loved me.”
“But, Renée, you have been kind and loving to him.”
“Yes, as tender as a woman could be to the man she had sworn to love; but he does not care for me, and I am haunted.”
“Haunted, Renée?”
“Yes; hush! Here is Major Malpas.”