"And you wish to go away? To leave me alone?" he inquired again.
She hesitated a moment.
"Yes, yes," she then said, hastily, "away from here."
"Why do you keep up this farce, Gertrude."
"Farce?" She laughed shortly.
"Gertrude, you hurt me."
"Not more than you have hurt me."
"But, confound it, I ask you--how?" he cried in fierce anger.
She had drawn back a little and looked at him with dignity.
"Pray, order the carriage and go to Uncle Henry," she replied, coldly.