She sighed, she turned away, then there came a wicked little twinkle of her eye, a naughty curl of the lip, showing the sharp teeth—she would have another nibble!
"If it were only a game, why it does not matter then, I didn't truly love you in that last life of ours. Suppose, dear, that it was all make-believe! What if I loved another man at the time I wedded you?"
"Ah!" sighed the gentlemen fairies. "Oh!" gasped the ladies.
"Loved another devil!"
"He was more like a god."
"Hell!" Storm's jealousy had flamed to greater heights than ever.
"But, dearest, if you were not John Rolfe and I was not your wife, why fuss?"
"I don't fuss. I never fuss. It's you that fusses." Storm ground his teeth. "Who was he?"
"My friend, the dearest friend maid ever had, dread leader and dear father of all Virginia. Surely you must remember the mighty Johnsmith?"
"Never heard tell of him. Who was this Johnsmith?"