The words came hysterically, and she trembled a little.
“What are they?” he asked.
“Your letters to me. I have finished with you. This is the end.”
He began to laugh, but his laughter quickly died in his throat.
“You fool!” he exclaimed; “you spiteful little devil! My name is on each of those letters.”
He quivered with anger, and raised his fist as though to strike.
“I know,” she said. “That is one of the reasons why I threw them away. It is time your folly was known to others besides me.”
She looked upon him with malice, delighting in his anger. Then she laughed softly, taunting him.
“Can’t you swim?” she asked. “See, it isn’t very far off.”
But he strode away in the direction of the motor-car. She called after him, gently, lovingly.