She rallied her courage, and looked at him again when she spoke.
'Well, Henry, and why are you going away?'

'I am out of spirits, Agnes, and I want a change.'

She paused before she spoke again. His face told her plainly
that he was thinking of her when he made that reply. She was
grateful to him, but her mind was not with him: her mind was still
with the man who had deserted her. She turned round again to the fire.

'Is it true,' she asked, after a long silence, 'that they have been
married to-day?'

He answered ungraciously in the one necessary word:--'Yes.'

'Did you go to the church?'

He resented the question with an expression of indignant surprise.
'Go to the church?' he repeated. 'I would as soon go to--'
He checked himself there. 'How can you ask?' he added in lower tones.
'I have never spoken to Montbarry, I have not even seen him,
since he treated you like the scoundrel and the fool that
he is.'

She looked at him suddenly, without saying a word.
He understood her, and begged her pardon. But he was still angry.
'The reckoning comes to some men,' he said, 'even in this world.
He will live to rue the day when he married that woman!'