His eye rested on the bag, he turned deadly pale and she dropped it with a sigh.
"What—what—does this mean?" he gasped. "You are trying to leave me without a word?"
She staggered and fell limp into a seat:
"Oh, Tom, the end has come, and I must go!"
"Go!" he cried indignantly, "then I go, too!"
"But you can't, dear!"
"And why not?"
"Your father has just told me the whole hideous secret of my birth—and it's hopeless!"
"What sort of man do you think I am? What sort of love do you think I've given you? Separate us after the solemn vows we've given to each other! Neither man nor the devil can come between us now!"
She looked at him wistfully: