“What good would that do?”
“Eh?”
“If I were a man like you, do you know how I would act?”
“No,” he said; “how could I?” and his lips parted, to show his white teeth in a peculiar laugh, before he gave a quick look to right and left, to satisfy himself that they were not seen.
“I’d have revenge.”
“How? With a gun?”
“And be hung for murder. No!”
She leaned towards him, and she too gave a furtive look round, as, with her face flushed strangely, she whispered a few words to him—words that he listened to with his eyes half-closed, and then he turned upon her quickly.
“Why? To bring him back to you?” he said, with a mocking laugh. “You love him?”
“I hate him,” she said slowly.