"Do your very worst! I am so weary of this disgraceful affair that I am perfectly prepared for any event."
"Very well, Mr. Rogers," said the Cuban, in a cold, cutting tone. "Anita will to-morrow come to Boston and proclaim herself your wife."
That shot told.
The young fellow threw himself into a chair and gave way to torturing reflections.
His position was indeed cruel.
Moreno knew well the effect of his blow, he looked at Rogers with a smile of triumph, and then took up his hat and pretended to prepare to leave the room.
He took a few steps toward the door, when Rogers suddenly cried:
"Stop!"
"Well, sir?" said Moreno, smiling grimly.
"Give me one week to consider."