"Who is this man to whom you will pretend to sell me?" replied Mrs.
Weldon.
"To sell you or to re-sell you. At least, I suppose so!" added the
Portuguese, sneering.
"The name of this man?" asked Mrs. Weldon.
"This man—he is James W. Weldon, your husband."
"My husband!" exclaimed Mrs. Weldon, who could not believe what she had just heard.
"Himself, Mrs. Weldon—your husband, to whom I do not wish simply to restore his wife, his child, and his cousin, but to sell them, and, at a high price."
Mrs. Weldon asked herself if Negoro was not setting a trap for her. However, she believed he was speaking seriously. To a wretch to whom money is everything, it seems that we can trust, when business is in question. Now, this was business.
"And when do you propose to make this business operation?" returned
Mrs. Weldon.
"As soon as possible."
"Where?"