Claude tried to speak, but no words would come, and she clung to the hand which held her to keep herself from falling.
“Didn’t expect me back, eh? Didn’t expect me back?”
“Come away quick; come away!” panted Claude, in a voice hardly above a whisper.
“Yes, of course,” he snarled, as he held her at arm’s-length, nearly fainting from terror and agony. “Come away, so as not to disturb our dear Chris!”
Claude looked at him wildly.
“Parry Glyddyr!” she cried, as a look of horror dilated her eyes, and she tried to cling to him and push him towards the door, for no further words words would come.
“Yes! Parry Glyddyr, your lawful husband,” he yelled. “Found out at last!”