“If his wife were not your sister I should say that one might punish him well through her.”
Kate cast him a hard, scrutinizing look.
“You have some score against him yourself,” she said with conviction.
“Perhaps I have, my lady. Perhaps I too hate him. He is offensively good, you know.”
There was silence in the room for a full minute while the devil worked in both hearts.
“What did you mean by saying one might punish him through his wife? He does not love his wife.”
“Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“Perhaps he loves some one else, my lady.”
“He does.” She said it proudly.