“What I have done,” she said, in a whisper. “To find you here in such a place.” She went to the window which gave over the roofs, raised the shade on that forlorn prospect, and pulled it down again with a shudder. Prepared as he was for duplicity, he did not, at that moment, suspect the motive of this reconnoitering. She came back, drawing her hand over her eyes.
“I deserve no mercy,” she said, staring away from him.
“But you have come here to get it,” he said cynically.
“Yes.”
“It is useless.”
“If I agree to the divorce—it is as good as granted—why do you insist on my marrying Bowden?”
“For the honor of my name,” he said angrily. “I do not deny you the right to love another; but I do not acknowledge that you can soil my honor by a vulgar deception. If I had believed otherwise that night, I should have killed you.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Then kill me now.”
“Then what you were had still power to hurt me,” he said coldly.