However, Le Breton finished the sentence for her.
"'A nigger.' Don't spare my feelings. I've had it cast up at me before by you English."
"You know I wouldn't say anything so cruel and untrue."
Again there was silence.
Le Breton watched her, torturing himself with the thought of what might have been.
"If you'd kept your word, you'd be my wife now. The wife of 'a nigger,'" he said presently.
"Don't be so cruel. I never thought you'd be like this," she cried, her voice full of pain.
"And I never thought you would break your word."
"In any case, I couldn't have married you, considering you're a Mohammedan," she said, goaded out of all patience by his unfriendly attitude.
"Religion is nothing to me nowadays. I was quite prepared to change to yours."