"Now will you let me go?" she cried.
"Madge," he returned, "Joe's drunk in his berth. I made him drunk, Madge. I had to talk to you alone, and there was no other way."
She was stung to the quick. Her husband's shame was hers, and it was somehow plain that Horble had been at fault before. She never thought to doubt Greg's word, though his callousness revolted her.
"What is it you want to say?" she said at last in an altered voice.
"To ask you to forgive me."
"For what? for taking advantage of Joe's one failing?"
"No; for leaving you the way I did."
"I'll never do that, Greg—never, never, never!"
"Your father——"
"Don't try and blame my father, Greg."