“And the man—the man whom the woman hates?”
“When the woman hates—and loves too, the man is in danger.”
“Do you know of such a man?” he almost shrinkingly said.
“If I did I would say to him, The world is wide. There is no glory in fighting a woman who will not be fair in battle. She will say what may appear to be true, but what she knows in her own heart to be false—false and bad.”
Roscoe now saw that Justine had more than an inkling of his story.
He said calmly: “You would advise that man to flee from danger?”
“Yes, to flee,” she replied hurriedly, with a strange anxiety in her eyes; “for sometimes a woman is not satisfied with words that kill. She becomes less than human, and is like Jael.”
Justine knew that Mrs. Falchion held a sword over Roscoe’s career; she guessed that Mrs. Falchion both cared for him and hated him too; but she did not know the true reason of the hatred—that only came out afterwards. Woman-like, she exaggerated in order that she might move him; but her motive was good, and what she said was not out of keeping with the facts of life.
“The man’s life even might be in danger?” he asked.
“It might.”