Betty sprang up and caught Prosper's arm in her small hand.

"He is tired of you, Betty. He loves Jane West." Jasper laughed

shortly, looking at the tableau they made: Prosper white, caught in

the teeth of honor, his face set to hide its secret, Betty reading his

eyes, his soul.

"I am entirely yours, in your hands," said Prosper Gael.

Betty shook his arm and let it go. "You are lying. You love the woman.

Do you think I can't see?"

"It will be a very strange divorce suit," went on Jasper. "Your

lawyers, Betty, will perhaps prove your case. My lawyers will

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certainly prove mine, and, when we find ourselves free, our--our

lovers will then unite in holy matrimony--rather an original outcome."

"Will you go, Prosper?" asked Betty. It was a command.

He saw that, at that moment, his presence was intolerable to her.

"Of course. If you wish it. Jasper, you know where to find me, and,

Betty,"--he turned to her with a weary tenderness,--"forgive me and

make use of me, if you will, as you will."

He went out quickly, feeling himself a coward to leave her, knowing

that he would be a coward to stay to watch the anguish of her broken

heart and pride. For an instant he did hesitate and look back. They

were standing together, calmly, man and wife. What could he do to help

them, he that had broken their lives?

Betty turned to Jasper, still with the muff before her mouth, looking

at him above it with her wide, childlike, desperate eyes.

"What do you get out of this, Jasper? I will go to Woodward. I will

never come back to you.... Is it revenge?"

"If so," said Jasper, "it isn't yet complete. Betty, you have been

rash to pit yourself against me. You must have known that I would

break you utterly. I will break you, my dear, and I will have you

back, and I will be your master instead of your servant, and I will

love you--"

"You must be mad. I'm afraid of you. Please let me go."

"In a moment, when you have learned what home you have to go to. This

morning I had an interview with your brother in his office, and he

wrote this letter that I have in my pocket and asked me to give it to

you."

Betty laid down her muff, showing at last the pale and twisted mouth.

Jasper watched her read her brother's letter, and his eyes were as

patient and observant as the eyes of a skillful doctor who has given a

dangerous but necessary draught.




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