"What would you now, madame?"
"Let me see your face."
"No."
"You hold me at a disadvantage."
"That is well. Tell me this tale of yours."
His voice was cold as a frost, and there was an inclement look about him that should have warned the woman had she been less blinded by her own malice. She had lost her cunning in her fuming passion, and denounced when she should have suggested, blurted the whole when a hint would have sufficed her.
"I was the Lord Flavian of Gambrevault's wife," she said.
"That man!"
"That devil!"
Fulviac drew a deep breath.