The face of the girl-wife who listened grew ghastly.
"I would never stay beneath this roof to face his anger," said Vivian, her eyes glistening. "I would gather up what money and jewels I could lay my hands on, and run away—go as far away as possible."
"Would you?" cried Ida, in a hushed, awful voice.
"Yes," advised Vivian, firmly. "And every moment of delay brings you nearer and nearer to face the terrible ordeal that I am sure he intends to mete out to you!"
Ida rose suddenly to her feet
"I will do as you advise, Vivian," she whispered, her dark eyes filled with terror. "I will fly at once!"
[CHAPTER XLII.]
Vivian Deane looked down at the cowering girl at her feet. It seemed to her then that her triumph was complete. She could scarcely keep back the cry of exultation that rose to her lips.
"How shall I leave the house without being seen?" whispered Ida, piteously.