“I bear her no malice,” continued North dreamily. “It has all been one bitter mistake.”
“Yes, a bitter, bitter mistake!” assented Salis.
“But it is over now. It was in her delirium that she told me she loved me.”
“Leo told you this?”
“Yes. I ought to have known better. But I am only a weak man, Salis. It is over now.”
“It is for the best, my dear old fellow,” cried Salis warmly. “There, you are yourself again. Now tell me. What had she taken?”
“Some strong narcotic poison. I fancy it was belladonna. Did she use it for her eyes?”
“No. I think not. No,” said Salis thoughtfully. “Nature had not made it necessary for her to try and improve her looks.”
“No,” said North thoughtfully. “Had you quarrelled?”
Salis stood with his brows knit for a few moments, and then he turned sharply upon North.