“‘You saw Rawdon?’ she said with suppressed violence.
“‘I.... Well, yes, I saw him.’
“‘What was he doing there? He was up to no good with those gipsy women.’
“I had nothing to say; I knew she was right.
“‘He’s always after women,’ she added violently.
“‘I knew that she would not have said this to me had she not been completely startled out of her self-control.
“‘He cares for you though, in his heart,’ I said, rather inanely.
“‘Does he!’ she exclaimed. ‘It doesn’t look like it.’
“‘Well,’ I said, ‘he rides the cart-horses bareback with his face to their tails to please you.’
“‘Oh, you may joke,’ she said; ‘he wants to please me now, but where’d I be if I belonged to him? He’d sing a very different song.’