“That Miss Dobson that’s been here.”
“What’s her other name?”
“Zuleika,” Katie enunciated with bitterest abhorrence.
“Well, then, he jolly well did love her. That’s the name he called out just before he threw himself in. ‘Zuleika!’—like that,” added the boy, with a most infelicitous attempt to reproduce the Duke’s manner.
Katie had shut her eyes, and clenched her hands.
“He hated her. He told me so,” she said.
“I was always a mother to him,” sobbed Mrs. Batch, rocking to and fro on a chair in a corner. “Why didn’t he come to me in his trouble?”
“He kissed me,” said Katie, as in a trance. “No other man shall ever do that.”
“He did?” exclaimed Clarence. “And you let him?”
“You wretched little whipper-snapper!” flashed Katie.