“What! not with this paper to prove it?” he asked, shaking the paper he held.
“No. It were easy enough to forge it, to serve your base purposes. And were Robert Ellerton to-day a beggar in rags, and disgraced as you would have me believe, I would gladly share his lot before I would wed with you, had you a thousand fortunes! Now I command you go, and never pollute my sight with your vile presence again!”
She raised her graceful arm and pointed toward the drawing-room.
“You’ll repent of this, my fair lady, and that right soon, too,” he muttered, savagely.
“Go!”
He took a step forward as if to obey the imperious command, then stopped and turned toward her again.
“I warn you once again that I will hunt your lover to the death, and I swear that you shall yet be my wife!”
Her clear eyes flashed angrily, and her finger did not even quiver as it still pointed toward him.
“Go!”
Clear and ringing as a trumpet-call it sounded on the still night air, and a tiny foot stamped impatiently upon the floor of the balcony.