A mighty shudder shook Gerald Goddard from head to foot as he reeled backward and leaned against the wall for support.
"Oh, God!" he cried again, in a voice of agony; then his head dropped heavily upon his breast.
His companion gazed silently upon him for a minute; then, turning, she brushed by him without a word and went on into the dressing-room for her wraps.
Presently she came forth again, enveloped from head to foot in a long garment richly lined with fur, the scarlet lining of the hood contrasting beautifully with her clear, flawless complexion and her brown eyes.
Gerald Goddard still stood where she had left him.
She would have passed him without a word, but he put out a trembling hand to detain her.
"Isabel!" he faltered.
"Mrs. Stewart, if you please," she corrected, in a cold, proud tone.
"Ha! you have married again!" he exclaimed, with a start, while he searched her face with a despairing look.
"Married again?" she repeated, with curling lips. "I have not so perjured myself."