The angry woman only laughed mockingly, as she said:
"Revenge is sweet! You scorned me, Eliot Van Zandt, for that slip of a girl, and now I have my pay!"
And throwing back her handsome head against the silken back of her chair, she laughed low and exultantly.
"We did not come here for recriminations, Madame Remond. We came, as I explained just now, to hear the story you told Una."
"Oui, monsieur; but your friend there will be sorry when he hears it. In fact, his Una wished him never to know it," madame said, maliciously.
"I have no doubt it was something very horrible, but doubtless it was an untruth. We wish to hear and judge for ourselves," was her opponent's undaunted reply.
She glared at him, and muttered something uncomplimentary beneath her breath, but he continued, coolly:
"Go on and tell us, please. We do not wish to detain your estimable husband much longer from his amiable bride!"
"Very well, then, since you will have it, here is Una's history in a nutshell: She is a child of shame."