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"I've seen your husband, Mrs. Boulte. "

There was no necessity for any further explanation. The man's eyes were
fixed, not upon Mrs. Boulte, but her companion. Mrs. Boulte saw the
look.

"Speak to him! " she pleaded, turning to the woman at her side. "Oh,
speak to him! Tell him what you told me just now. Tell him you hate him.
Tell him you hate him! "

She bent forward and wept bitterly, while the sais, impassive, went
forward to hold the horse. Mrs.
Vansuythen turned scarlet and dropped
the reins. She wished to be no party to such unholy explanations.

"I've nothing to do with it," she began, coldly; but Mrs. Boulte's sobs
overcame her, and she addressed herself to the man. "I don't know what
I am to say, Captain Kurrell. I don't know what I can call you. I think
you've--you've behaved abominably, and she has cut her forehead terribly
against the table. "

"It doesn't hurt. It isn't anything," said Mrs. Boulte feebly. "That
doesn't matter. Tell him what you told me. Say you don't care for him.
Oh, Ted, won't you believe her? "

"Mrs. Boulte has made me understand that you were--that you were fond of
her once upon a time," went on Mrs.