"No; or she would have spoken before. She must be callous, hard-hearted, dead to all sense of human feeling. Such a woman would make me shudder to come in contact with her," he said.
She smiled as she thought: "He little knows I am that woman. I must wait. If he loves me later on I can tell him."
"Perhaps the woman cannot prove his innocence. She may believe him guilty."
"Impossible. There were only three persons present: the husband, the wife, and Hector Woodridge."
"It seems very strange that if he is innocent she has not declared the truth."
"Steeped in wickedness and sin as she is, I do not wonder at it; she is probably living in the world, leading a fast life, ruining men as she ruined him."
"Or she may be suffering agonies and be too much of a coward to speak; she may be an object of pity; perhaps if you saw her you would be sorry for her, as sorry as you are for him," she said.
"He is in prison, she is free; she has the world to distract her, he has nothing."
"You spoke of torture of the mind. Perhaps she is a sensitive woman; if so, her sufferings are as terrible as his."
"If you were the woman, what would you do?" he asked.