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Her pallor deepened. "My God!" she
said, and looked at him in horror. And in horror she asked him
presently: "You are married - married to that - ?"
"Not yet. But I shall be, soon. And let me tell you that this
girl whom you visit with your ignorant contempt is as good and pure
as you are, Aline. She has wit and talent which have placed her
where she is and shall carry her a deal farther. And she has the
womanliness to be guided by natural instincts in the selection of
her mate."
She was trembling with passion. She tugged the cord.
"You will descend this instant!" she told him fiercely. "That you
should dare to make a comparison between me and that... "
"And my wife-to-be," he interrupted, before she could speak the
infamous word. He opened the door for himself without waiting for
the footman, and leapt down. "My compliments," said he, furiously,
"to the assassin you are to marry." He slammed the door. "Drive
on," he bade the coachman.
The carriage rolled away up the Faubourg Gigan, leaving him standing
where he had alighted, quivering with rage.


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