She shrugged her shoulders. "He knew it long ago," she responded.
"How? From whom?"
"From Rhaden himself."
"The hound! the hound! He and I were sworn to secrecy. He has broken his vows to the dead."
"Do you deserve anything else?"
He leapt up. "Hannah!" he said, controlling himself with difficulty, "I should advise you to adopt another tone, or else I may forget that we are the same flesh and blood."
"Alas that we are!" she replied, folding her hands.
A voice cried within him, "Jeer at her, overwhelm her with your scorn and contempt!" but his victorious courage had forsaken him. He could only utter a hoarse, jarring laugh. Her eye rested on him, hard and pitiless, and he felt a narrowing of his heart as if iron hoops gradually encircled it. In his despair he bethought him of the covenant of friendship, in which Johanna had played the part of priestess.
"Is he not your friend as well as mine?" he asked. "Why did you not warn him? It was in your power to avert the evil. Why didn't you do it?"
A smile of self-torture hovered about her lips. "That is my concern. On that point I refuse to answer you," she said.