“It matters greatly. Suppose I had my money now would you run away from me?”
“I—I suppose I should act as I did before.”
“Then you don’t care for me any more than you did?”
“I love you a thousand times more,” he cried, turning angry, haggard eyes to her. “Yes, I believe I was wrong. Nothing would send me from you now but yourself”
She clapped her hands.
“Then stay,” she said, “for it’s a farce, and my money is as safe as houses.”
He scowled at her.
“It’s all a trick? You’ve played with me? Good-bye, and God forgive you!”
He turned to go, but Constance, coming up from behind them, caught his arm.
“Don’t be such an idiot,” she said. “She had nothing to do with it. She thought her money was gone. You don’t suppose she would have played such a trick even to win your valuable affections. You don’t deserve your luck, Mr Dornington.”
Rosamund was looking at him with wet eyes, and her lips trembled.
“Constance only told me this morning,” she said. “She and Stephen planned it, to get you—to make me—to—to”
