"You cannot expect me to unveil my heart to you," said she.
"You have betrayed it," persisted Madelon.

"You don't love him, Dorothy Fair! Shame on you, after all!" "What right have you to say that ?" demanded Dorothy, and this time with some show of anger.
"The right of another woman who does love him, and would save his life," Madelon answered, fiercely.

"The right of a woman who can love more in an hour than such as you in a lifetime!" "You--don't know--" "I do know.

You don't love him or you would not have distrusted him.
You would have made him tell you the truth.

You would have flung your arms around him, and you would not have let him go until he told you.
Did you do that?
Answer me: did you do that ?" A great wave of red crept over Dorothy's face, but she replied, with cold dignity: "I throw my arms around no man unbidden!" "Unbidden!" repeated Madelon, and scorn seemed to sound in her voice like the lash of a whip.