‘You don’t care what may happen to your friends, the Radnors?’
‘Not at the cost of your separation from your husband.’
‘You have seen him!’
‘Be serious.’
‘Oh, you cold creature! You know—you see: I can’t conceal. And you tell me to go. “Go!” Gracious heavens! I’ve no claim on you; I haven’t been able to do much; I would have—never mind! believe me or not. And now I’m to go: on the spot, I suppose. You’ve seen the man I ‘m to go to, too. I would bear it, if it were not away from... out of sight of I’m a fool of a woman, I know. There’s frankness for you! and I could declare you’re saying “impudence” in your heart—or what you have for one. Have you one?’
‘My dear soul, it ‘s a flint. So just think of your duty.’ Dartrey played the horrid part of executioner with some skill.
Her bosom sprang to descend into abysses.
‘And never a greater fool than when I sent for you to see such a face as I’m showing!’ she cried, with lips that twitched and fingers that plucked at her belt. ‘But you might feel my hatred of being tied to—dragged about over the Continent by that... perhaps you think a woman is not sensible of vulgarity in her husband! I ‘m bothering you? I don’t say I have the slightest claim. You never made love to me, never! Never so much as pressed my hand or looked. Others have—as much as I let them. And before I saw you, I had not an idea of another man but that man. So you advise me to go?’
‘There’s no other course.’
‘No other course. I don’t see one. What have I been dreaming of! Usually a woman feeling...’ she struck at her breast, ‘has had a soft word in her ear. “Go!” I don’t blame you, Captain Dartrey. At least, you ‘re not the man to punish a woman for stripping herself, as I ‘ve done. I call myself a fool—I’m a lunatic. Trust me with your hand.’