"You said in your letter you were going to marry this man."
"Sure," said Liosha.
"And are you going to marry this lady?"
"Certainly."
"Why didn't you marry her in England?"
"I told you in my letter," said Liosha. "See here—we don't want any of your interference." And she planted herself by the side of her abductor, glaring defiance at Jaffery.
Jaffery smiled. "You told her that because she was a widow and an Albanian she would find considerable obstacles in her way and would forfeit half her money to the Government. You lying little skunk!"
The vibration in Jaffery's voice arrested Liosha. She looked swiftly at Fendihook.
"Wasn't it true what you told me?"
"Of course not," I interposed. "You were as free to marry in England as Mrs. Considine."