The girl looked at her with eyes like jets of flame.
"If you had but told me," she said, in a voice that was more sorrowful than any tears could have been. "You took the reins into your own hands; you meddled with the affairs of another, and see the mischief you have wrought!"
A sort of frenzy seemed to possess her.
"Go!" she cried, turning to Ida May, and pointing toward the door. "Get out of this house, out of my sight, before I call the servants to fling you into the street!"
Ida May crept toward the door. To Hildegarde's intense surprise, Eugene Mallard turned to follow her.
"I will go with you," he said, huskily, "for you—you are my—my wife!"
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
"Yes; where she goes, I must follow," repeated Eugene Mallard, in a voice husky with emotion, "for she is my wife!"
The words fell upon Hildegarde's ears with a dreadful shock. It was not until then that she realized her lover was separated from her.