"That man has lied!" she said.

"In justice to myself, I insist on proving it!" She struck a bell on a table near her.

The servant came in.

"Fetch my writing-desk out of the next room." She waited--with her back turned on her husband, with her eyes fixed on Lady Jane.

Defenseless and alone she stood on the wreck of her married life, superior to the husband's treachery, the lawyer's indifference, and her rival's contempt.