"I'm telling you the truth. I thought I loved him, I was afraid of you,—you frightened me sometimes then,—and I had loved him once, I—"
"You never loved me then?"
She hesitated; again a dark blush mounted from throat to brow. "At first I married you because—because Aunt Drusilla wanted it, because—" she stopped.
"Yes—because?" he was watching her sternly.
"Because I wanted to make a great match."
"Oh, for my money!"
"If you want to put it that way."
"And afterwards you called back Belhaven?"
Again she assented.
"You thought it easy to be free of the millionaire after—" He stopped, something in the mute agony of her attitude, her evident humiliation, checking him.