Irene started. She wondered what it was that had taken possession of Max to induce him to talk so harshly to her. It was true she knew he was under the influence of liquor, but he should have enough sense left to treat her as though she were human, even if he had made a brute of himself.
“Do you know,” he repeated, “that you are Scott Wilmer’s wife?”
“No, I don’t know it,” she said, wiping the tears away. “I am your wife.”
“Where is your certificate?” he asked mockingly.
“You should know; you know what you promised.”
“Oh, well, promises don’t stand in law worth a cent.”
“I am sure that if Scott had promised anything it would have stood any law.”
“Oh, yes, but you see Scott is one of your Christian fellows; he wouldn’t lie to save his soul.”
“No, he would never break a promise. But what is the use of talking about him?” she asked, impatiently. “It is quite likely he is married before this time.”