Then again he would resolve that he would scorch her false heart by one withering word before he went.

Chance at last arranged it for him.

Before he started he found himself alone with her for a moment, and it was almost impossible that he should not say something.

Then he did speak.
'They tell me you are going to be married, Marie.

I hope you will be happy and prosperous.' 'Who tells you so ?' 'It is true at any rate, I suppose.' 'Not that I know of.