"I gave him all I had."
"Even although he had no claim on you?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Jane—Jane!" he cried with a burst of bitter sorrow; "why couldn't you have been truthful to the end? Why—why must you make me look back—always and only to despise you!"
She looked at him stonily, but made no reply.
"Jane, it cuts me to the heart to say it—but I saw you—do you hear?—saw you. He took both your hands in his—you threw your arms about his neck and kissed him. Do you deny this?"
She still looked him straight in the face, but two tears brimmed into her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheeks. "No, it is true," she then answered.
"You own this too," he cried furiously. "Jane, who is this man?"
She remained silent.
"I ask you again, Jane—and for the last time—who is this man?"