"Why have you made my husband dissatisfied with me?
Why have you taken his love from me?
Why do you write notes asking him to meet you, that you may both speak evil and wrong of his low-born wife ?" "Hush!" said Ronald, sternly, grasping her arm.

"Stop those wild words, Dora! Are you mad ?" "No, not yet," she cried; "but this false woman will drive me so!" Then Miss Charteris rose, her calm, grand face unruffled, not a quiver on her proud lips.
"Stay, Miss Charteris, one moment, I pray you," said Ronald, "while my wife apologizes for her folly." "It is all true," cried Dora.

"She wrote and asked you to meet her here." "Dora," said her husband, gravely, "did you read the letter Miss Charteris wrote to me ?" "I did," she replied.
"And you deliberately came here to listen to what she had to say to me ?" he continued.

"You deliberately listened to what you were never intended to hear ?" His grave, stern dignity calmed her angry passion, and she looked half-frightened into his quiet white face.
"Answer me!" he said.

"Have you crouched behind those trees deliberately and purposely to listen?
"Yes," she said; "and I would do so again if any one tried to take my husband from me." "Then may I be forgiven for the dishonor I have brought to my name and race!" said Ronald.