“No, Godfrey! After to-night we must never again meet. Forgive me, but I thought you had long ago forgotten me as utterly worthless.”
“I have never forgotten, darling. You are my own dear Ella, as always. Therefore we are now inseparable—we shall meet again.”
“Impossible!” she declared decisively in that same hard tone, her voice so entirely changed. “I am no longer your love, Godfrey. I may as well confess to you the bitter truth at once—I am another’s!”
Chapter Fifteen.
Betrays some Hidden Intrigue.
I fell back at Ella’s words, as though I had received a blow full in the chest.
“You—you are married!” I gasped.
“No—not yet,” was her low answer, in the same blank, mechanical voice.