"What can I say, Anna? There is nothing that either of us can do but await further developments," the man returned, but careful to keep to himself the fact that he had an appointment with the woman whom she so feared and hated.
"Would you dare to be false to me, after all these years?" his companion demanded, in repressed tones, and leaning toward him with flaming eyes.
"Pshaw, Anna! what a senseless question," he replied, with a forced laugh.
"But you admire—you think her very beautiful?" she questioned, eagerly.
"Why, that is a self-evident fact—every one must admit that she is a fine-looking woman," was the somewhat evasive response.
Anna Goddard sprang to her feet, her face scarlet.
"You will be very careful what you do, Gerald," she hissed. "I have never had overmuch confidence in you, in spite of my love for you; but there is one thing that I will not bear, at this late day, and that is, that you should turn traitor to me; so be warned in time."
She did not wait to see what effect her words would have upon him, but, turning abruptly, swept from the room, leaving him to his own reflections.