"Perhaps she has suffered."
"Suffered! Watch her even as I have watched her. Look at her smooth, fair face. There's not a line of care and suffering upon it. Hear her speak as I have heard her. Every word tells you she is without a care. Hear her laugh as I have heard her, and you would know that she thinks no more of having driven a man to his doom than a heartless gambler cares for the victim he has ruined."
"And you have risen from the dead for——"
"Just that, my friend, just that."
"What revenge?"
"One that shall be sufficient, Signor Winfield."
The two men walked on. Presently the gorge was behind them, and they stood up on the high moorland, while on every side stretched the wild, rugged countryside. The sun shone brightly, the air was sweet and clean, the birds sang joyously. Revenge seemed to be impossible amidst such surroundings.
"I say, Lei—"
"Signor Ricordo. Yes."
"How do you know I shall not go to her, and tell her—everything?"