“Martin Valliant——”
Falconer shook his head. She grew imperious.
“Call him. He must be here.”
“The man may have some shame, Mellis.”
“Shame!”
She flushed with sensitive wrath.
“Shame! God forgive you. Ah! I see how things have sped!”
Falconer’s eyes shirked meeting hers.
“There may be draughts that men are loth to swallow,” he said dourly; “I did not make the world or men’s hearts.”
She stood a moment, with dark, thinking eyes and a proud, hurt face.