hatred and repulsion in her face.

"Stand back!" she said. "Don't come near me, Juan Catheron! How dare
you intrude here! How dare you speak to me!"

"How dare I? Oh, come now, I say, I like that. If a man may not speak
to his own wife, to whom _may_ he speak? If it comes to that, how
dare you throw me over, and commit bigamy, and marry Sir Victor
Catheron? It's of no use your riding the high horse with me, Ethel;
you had better give me the five hundred--I'm sure I'm moderate
enough--and let me go."

"I will not give you a farthing; and if you do not leave this place
instantly, I will call my husband. Oh!" she burst forth, frantically,
"between you and your sister you will drive me mad!"

"Will you give me the money?" asked Juan Catheron, folding his arms
and turning sullen.

"I have not got it. What money have I?--and if I had, I say I would
not give you a farthing. Begone! or--"

"You have diamonds." He pointed to her hands. "They will do--easily
convertible in London. Hand them here, or, by all the gods, I'll blow
the story of your bigamy all over England!"

"You will not!" she cried, her eyes flashing in the twilight--"you
coward! you dare not! Sir Victor has _you_ in his power, and he will
keep his threat. Speak one word of that vile lie, and your tongue
will be silenced in Chesholm jail. Leave me, I say!"--she stamped her