CHAPTER VII.
MARION RECEIVES A CALLER.
“Thank you, Marion.”
This was all that Miss Allyn said as she paused beside the two, her dearest friend and the man who was her lover. Her face was of a death-like pallor, and her eyes were gleaming, but there was nothing further to tell how terribly she was suffering.
With the utmost coolness she drew the ring from her finger and was about to hand it to him, when she changed her mind suddenly.
“No, I won’t give it back. I’ll keep it,” she said, quietly. “It will be a constant reminder of a man’s perfidy. Any time when you want the price of it let me know. You are mean enough to ask for it,” she said, with a shrug of her shoulders.
George Colebrook’s face was a study for a moment. He looked first at one of the girls and then at the other.
“You had better go,” said Miss Allyn, coolly. “You can see that you are out of place. My friends, like myself, despise a traitor.”
With a glance of hatred toward Marion, the fellow turned and fled.
The moment he was gone, Miss Allyn dropped heavily on the sofa.