'You do not know me, Mrs. Trelawney.'
'I know you better than you know yourself!' she exclaimed, looking him full in the face with a peculiar expression that puzzled him, while her smiles vanished.
'Perhaps you do,' said he, 'but I think that, if you once loved a man, that love would end only with your life.'
She regarded him for a moment with an almost disdainful smile, and said,
'And you, Captain Dalton—if you loved a woman, how long would your love last? Only while it suited your fancy or convenience.'
'You are very severe with me,' he observed, with some surprise at her taunting manner.
'Not more than you know you deserve.'
At these words Dalton visibly changed colour, and became confused. To what secret of his past life was she referring, he thought; to what long-buried thoughts was she finding a clue?
'You have become very silent,' said she.
He sighed deeply, and rose as if to depart.