"You would warn me!" she inflected. "Warn me!" and she laughed again. "Do you think you are capable of warning any one?"
He saw her meaning and his face grew pale with anger.
"You think that I might have warned you before?" he broke out. "Yes, I might——"
"And you did not!" she interrupted. "Therefore you are a contemptible knave not to have saved your own wife."
"I might have warned you," he repeated slowly, "if I had suspected you were in danger of forgetting your marriage vows."
"Then you were a fool for not realizing it.—You had plenty of warning."
"Plenty of warning, yes—in the light of the after events. But no warning whatever on the basis of trust and confidence. I never thought of your being crooked, until you proved it before all the world."
"Just so!" she exclaimed. "I proved it before all the world—which think you is worse: the woman who does, or the husband who through blindness or indifference suffers another man to rob him of his wife before his very eyes?"
"The wife who is worthless is never missed!" he retorted.
"Then what quarrel have you for my going?" she demanded, "more than hurt vanity?"