Then, finding she had no answer for him,
a curious change of expression came over his face.
"And if you hesitate now," he said, vindictively, "I know the reason,
and I know it is a reason you may as well put out of your mind. Oh, I am
quite aware of the shilly-shallying that has been going on between you
and that fellow Moore--I know you've been struck, like all the rest of
the women--but you may as well give up that fancy. Mr. Moore isn't much
of a catch, _now_!"
She raised her head, and there was an angry flash in her eyes that for a
second frightened him.
"Magnanimous!" she said, with a curl of her lip. "To taunt a man with
being ill, when perhaps he is lying on his death-bed!"
"It is not because he is ill," he retorted, and his naturally pale face
was somewhat paler, "I dare say he'll get well enough again. It is
because he is dead broke and ruined. And do you know who did it?" he
went on, more impetuously still. "Well, I did it! I said I would break
him, and I broke him. I knew he was only playing with you and making a
fool of you, and I said to myself that I would have it out with
him--either he or I would have to go to the right about.
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