But, then, suppose she awoke and screamed--pshaw! when
she saw it was he Kitty would not dare to make a scene, and he could
easily make some excuse for his presence there. It was a wild
scheme, but then he was in such a dangerous position that he had to
try everything.
When M. Vandeloup had come to this conclusion he arose, and, going
to the supper room, drank a glass of brandy; for even he, cool as he
was, felt a little nervous over the crime he was about to commit. He
thought he would give Kitty one last chance, so when she was already
cloaked, waiting with Mrs Killer for the carriage, he drew her
aside.
'You did not mean what you said tonight,' he whispered, looking
searchingly at her.
'Yes, I did,' she replied, defiantly; 'if you push me to
extremities, you must take the consequences.'
'It will be the worse for you,' he said, threateningly, as the
carriage drove up.
'I'm not afraid of you,' she retorted, shrugging her shoulders, a
trick she had learned from him; 'you have ruined my life, but I'm
not going to let you ruin Madame's. I'd sooner see her dead than in
your arms.'
'Remember, I have warned you,' he said, gravely, handing her to the
carriage. 'Good night!'
'Good night!' she answered, mockingly; 'and to-morrow,' in a low
voice, 'you will be astonished.'
'And to-morrow,' he said to himself, as the carriage drove off, 'you
will be dead.
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