"Of course not," Una said, and Sylvie's red lips curled.
"Of course not!" she mimicked, sneeringly. "Why, you silly child, you talk very strangely. Bryant and I share the same suite of rooms, do we not? All husbands and wives do who love each other."
[CHAPTER XXX.]
Una commenced to fasten her laces with strangely trembling fingers.
"Eliot and I love each other!" she said, slowly.
"Oh, indeed?" said Sylvie, with a very incredulous giggle. "You did not when I went away. Have you done your courting since, as you had no time for it before you were married?"
The wonder, the half-dazed comprehension in the girl's pale face ought to have made her less pitiless, but it had been her dream and Bryant's to marry Ida to Eliot. She had said to herself many times that she could never forgive the Little Nobody that had thwarted her plans.
So with an angry heart and pitiless eyes she had thrust the point of a dagger into Una's heart.
But with proud, somber eyes the girl-wife said, gravely: