“Henri des Vignes—the soul of honour!” she said bitterly. “Have you fallen so low as this?”
“I—I don’t understand you.”
“You coward! And you can lie to me—the woman you professed to love!”
“Madelaine, for pity’s sake.”
“Let me tell you what you are looking for.”
“I—looking for?”
“Yes: you are looking for something for fear it should fall into the hands of the police.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh! is it possible that a man can be so base? Let me tell you, then. You are looking for the locket snapped from your chain when my poor father was stricken down.”
“Madelaine! what are you saying?”