"And so you are running away from her."
"No. As some fiend would have it, rumours of my deeds, blown far and wide, at last reached her ears. She lends them to the tale. And when last eve I hastened to her arms, she meets me cold as an icicle; but soon gets warm, charges me with my misdeeds, and at length, taking fire with her own heat, breaks out in full blaze, dips her tongue inch deep in gall, and paints me blacker than the devil."
"Just like these sort o' craft," remarked Loff, dryly.
"This is not all. I found she had plugged the hole in her broken heart with another lover sound and hale."
"And who was this interloper?"
"No less a cavalier than that Fitzroy of the British navy whom we took by stratagem in the Mediterranean, slaying his crew; and who afterward escaped us by swimming a league to the shore."
"I remember him. A proper youth for a woman's eye."
"It shall ne'er look on him again," said Kyd, with fierceness. "He told the story of his escape, confirmed that which before was rumour—"
"And so she put you out her heart and took him in."
"Even so."