"You don't know the lady!" he said, with a laugh. "There's nothing in this world she's afraid of. And—God, how she can hate! Fine revenge, eh?"
"But you didn't tell—"
"Jock? No! What's the use? We never talk much—and he knows! Then, there's a child, a boy—a Lindaberry; and that holds him. She was clever enough for that!"
"You see her?"
"Never have entered the house!"
"You were very much in love?" she asked.
"At twenty-three? Mad, crazy in love! Ready to take any man by the throat who dared insinuate a word!"
"Aren't you over it yet?"
"I? Yes and no. It was Kismet! If I'd been lucky enough, even then, to have found a woman who cared, whom I could worship—who knows? Well! the other thing happened! Kismet!"
"But there are lots of women—"