“Now that you have tardily repented, you think that you will earn salvation by spending some of your ill-gotten gold,” she cried contemptuously.
“I am not quite sure that I have repented,” he answered grimly.
“Then why did you speak as you did? You must have known the sensation it would make. The papers are full of it, and you have earned a very unenviable notoriety. Did you remember that this notoriety would reflect upon your wife and child? But answer my question. If not for repentance, then why did you speak?” she asked peremptorily.
“I don’t think I will answer that question.”
“Then I must ask Mr. Drake. Of course, I can see that he has had a hand in it.”
“I don’t think Drake will give you much information,” he said impatiently.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“No. I should like to know how we stand?”
“I have told you and can say no more,” she answered wearily.
“You have told me that you love me—but in the next breath you tell me not to touch you. I should like something definite.”