The beautiful, majestic head was bowed for a moment in shame, as the quivering voice replied:
"Yes, I know it."
"He told you—"
"Before Olney left for Mexico."
"He asked you to—be his wife?"
"Yes."
There was the old gleam of the serpent in the brown eyes, the greenish glare that Carlita must have understood had she been looking; but she was not.
Neither of them spoke for some moments. Carlita had paused, and was looking, in a distracted way, through the window, seeing nothing of the world that was stretched out before her.
Jessica arose and stood beside her before she was conscious of her approach. The curious tone of the hissing voice caused her to shrink away in a sort of nameless terror as the words reached her:
"And you want to prove his guilt; is that it?"