"Lizzī."
His touch restored her queenliness to her, and she stood erect in the majesty of scorn. Her contempt flashed from her eyes as with a magnificent sweep of her perfect arm she repelled him.
"What did you tell your mother?" she demanded, while with bowed head he obeyed the command of the gesture.
He did not lift his eyes.
"His mother had been dead for five years," said Levi, angrily.
"Then who wrote this?" she inquired imperiously, producing from the pocket where it had lain beside the certificate, which she now trampled upon, the letter Gill had read to her the night before his departure on the pretended visit to his mother.
All eyes were directed to him. His gaze was riveted to the floor.
"Oh, John, John! how could you, and in your mother's name, too?"
That was her only rebuke when his plan to ruin her was fully revealed.
With downcast eyes and slow step she moved towards the stove, intending to destroy the letter, but Levi snatched it from her hand, and read it aloud, despite her protestations.