She winced, and her eyes darted an angry flash at him.
“You mean me,” she said, with her lips turning white.
“I did not say so.”
“But would it not have been better, now we are engaged to Glynne Day—I don’t understand these things, of course—but would it not have been better for a gentleman, now that he is engaged, to cease visiting that creature, and, above all, to keep away when he was not wanted?”
“What do you mean?—not wanted?”
“I mean when she was engaged with her lover, who was visiting her in her father’s absence.”
“The scoundrel!” cried Rolph, fiercely.
“Yes; a miserable, contemptible wretch, I suppose, but an old flame of hers.”
“Look here, Madge; you’re saying all this to make me wild,” cried Rolph, “but it won’t do. You know it’s a lie.”
Madge laughed unpleasantly.