"You told me with your own lips I had no thought but of my miserable self in the miserable thing that happened."
"Jack, have you no pity. My Jack, have you no pity for your own Dora." She seized his hands with both her own. There were no tears in her voice now, there was the blood of her heart.
"Ay, and when I, yielding to my cowardly heart----"
"Oh God!" She took her hands away from his and covered her face with them.
"--And brought that man here as the price of his silence, you--knowing the chicken-livered creature I am--absolutely asked him to come next week. To come here where his presence is to cure me of my cowardice or accustom me to the peril of ridicule which you know I hate worse than death!" He was blazing now.
"Good night."
"After this, how can I be sure that you may not consider it salutary to betray me yourself?" He was mad.
"Good bye, Jack. Oh God, my heart is broken!"
"I tell you----" He turned around. He was alone.