"You ought to be very happy," Millar insinuated.
"Ought to be happy! I ought to be miserable—as I am, but it is all through your evil machinations. You have made me reveal all that is evil in me to the woman——"
"To the woman you love?"
"Yes, to the woman I love and have no right to love; to the woman whose honor I have held sacred for six years; to the woman I must never see again."
"You will see her again," Millar asserted quietly.
"How base she must think me," Karl went on wildly. "I did not know myself; I did not dream that I could be so rotten."
"You will see her again," Millar repeated. "She will come to you of her own free will here, in this very studio, to-day, and she will tell you with her lips on yours that she loves you."
"Stop! I won't listen to your infernal insinuations. You have ruined my happiness; you shall not ruin hers. I want you to keep out of her way. Do you understand? I give you fair warning."
"My dear Karl, you don't know what you are saying. I shall not mar her happiness or yours."
"Why did you play that evil trick on me to-night?"