"Dodo," he said angrily, wondering still at her motive with growing alarm, "I warn you; all is over between us. You yourself have done it. You belong to another!"
She fell back in a chair, her sobs redoubling hysterically; a wild laugh suddenly breaking through.
"I'm sorry—I'm awfully sorry," he said, stirred from his anger and his righteousness.
"No, no," she said brokenly, "you've done nothing—nothing, but what I wished."
"What!" he said in a voice of thunder.
"I wanted you to forget yourself—to take me in your arms," she said almost incoherently.
He could not believe his ears. Astounded, he seized her by the wrist, saying angrily:
"You—you did this on purpose!"
"I did, and oh, it is the worst, the most awful thing I've done in all my life—I know it, I know it! But I had to do it, yes, I had to. Oh, forgive me, Your Honor. I had no right but I had to know."
"What do you mean?" he said, releasing her and staring at her to assure himself that she was in her right mind.