"She does!" sullenly.
"And I!" she cried. "And I?"
"You speak as— You! You would have been my legal, loved, idolized wife. Listen, for you shall know! My God, it's hard enough! I was a fool, young! I had to send for my father to sign my license, and he, he was taken in too. She was beautiful. Her family, her position— Well, all she wanted was money, and she got it. I paid her enough for my freedom, God knows. She fooled us both."
"Paid her! And she is bearing your name, living on your money!"
"It was what she wanted! She got both!"
"And you, you loved her!"
Lawson shrank as if struck. "It was the passion of a crude idiot!" he cried.
"And you tired of her?"
"Put it truthfully—she of me, if ever she wanted me!"
"You loved her, and you have forgotten her! How do I know," blazed Frances, "that you might not forget me?"