Cora Dean did not finish her thought, but listened as Rockley spoke again.
Volume Two—Chapter Twenty Four.
Too Late.
“How long has the fair Pontardent taken to the nursing up of scruples?”
“Do you suppose a woman is all evil?” was the retort. “You men make us bad enough, but you cannot kill all the good. I say it is a shame.”
“A shame!” said Rockley derisively. “Ha, ha, ha! What a woman you are! You don’t know what has taken place. I tell you this; she is mine. All she wants is the excuse and opportunity that she finds to-night with me. The old man watches her like a hawk.”
“Is this really so, Rockley?”
“On my honour. I should not have done what I have if she were not willing. I’ve a chaise and four waiting outside the lower gate behind here.”