The weakness in his character, which prosperity had hidden, was beginning to appear, and Kineia seemed to see it as she brooded on him now long and fatefully.
He who had been everything was now nothing. The other man was all-powerful.
The other man was now the possessor of all.
“Tell me how you killed that man,” said she.
Lygon told, going over the old, sordid story and emphasizing the fact that it was really an accident.
“You did not mean to kill?” said Kineia.
“Never. It was an accident,”
“Where, then, is the harm?”
“His friends would swear that it was not, and I ran away, and even killing by accident is what they call manslaughter over there. I would be put in prison—for years, maybe.”
“I will think about it,” said Kineia. Her manner had grown distant and chill, as though her mind were repelled by the weakness of Lygon.