He could have crushed the
hateful face beneath his feet.
"You're a good husband, you are," Harriet went on, with a sudden
change to anger; "taking part against your own wife, and trying to
make her out all that's bad. But I think you've had things your own
way long enough. You thought I was a fool, did you, and couldn't see
what was going on? You and your Ida Starr, indeed! Oh, she would be
such a good friend to me, wouldn't she? She would do me so much
good; you thought so highly of her; she was just the very girl to be
my companion; how lucky we found her! I'm much obliged to you, but I
think I might have better friends than thieves and street-walkers."
"What do you mean?" asked Julian, starting at the last word, and
turning a ghastly countenance on her.
"I mean what I say. As if you didn't know, indeed!"
"Explain what you mean," Julian repeated, almost with violence. "Who
has said anything of that kind against her?"
"Who has? Why I can bring half a dozen people who knew her when she
was on the streets, before Waymark kept her. And you knew it, well
enough--no fear!"
"It's a lie, a cursed lie! No one can say a word against her purity.
Only a foul mind could imagine such things.
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