Why, then, are you so sad, who should be more joyful than you were ?" "Would you learn, Betty?
Then I will tell you.

I am betrayed.

Peter Brome, the man whom I looked upon almost as my husband, is false to me." "Master Peter false!" exclaimed Betty, staring at her open-mouthed.

"No, it is not possible.

I know him; he could not be, who will not even look at another woman, if that is what you mean." "You say so.