“Tell me, where did she die?”
“With her husband.”
“Scott Wilmer?”
“Yes.”
“Did he take her back to his home?”
“Yes, and cared for her during her sickness, as tenderly as though she had never disgraced him.”
“Well, I must say, he has a mighty sight softer head than ever I would have had. I don’t believe any woman could fool me that way.”
“Why did you entice her away from her home and a man who loved her?”
“Why, if you ever saw her you must know she was a mighty pretty woman, and if she fancied me more than she did Wilmer it was no fault of mine.”