Betty spoke. "I might have told you that I loved him, that I have loved him for years, Jasper. If you use this evidence, if you bring this counter-suit, it will bring about the same, the very same, result. Prosper and I--" She broke off choking. "Of course. Betty and I will be married at once, as soon as she gets her divorce, or you get yours." But Prosper's voice was hollow and strained. "You will be married, Betty," went on Jasper as calmly as before; "you, branded in the eyes of the world as an unfaithful wife, will be married to a man who has ceased to love you." "That is not true," said Betty. "Look at his face, my dear. Look at it carefully. Now, watch it closely. Prosper Gael, if I should tell that with a little patience, a little skill, a little unselfishness, you could win a certain woman who once loved you--eh?--a certain Jane West, could you bring yourself to marry this discarded wife of mine?" Betty sprang up and caught Prosper's arm in her small hand. "He is tired of you, Betty. He loves Jane West." Jasper laughed shortly, looking at the tableau they made: Prosper white, caught in the teeth of honor, his face set to hide its secret, Betty reading his eyes, his soul. "I am entirely yours, in your hands," said Prosper Gael. Betty shook his arm and let it go. "You are lying. You love the woman. Do you think I can't see?" "It will be a very strange divorce suit," went on Jasper. "Your lawyers, Betty, will perhaps prove your case. My lawyers will certainly prove mine, and, when we find ourselves free, our--our lovers will then unite in holy matrimony--rather an original outcome." "Will you go, Prosper?" asked Betty. It was a command. He saw that, at that moment, his presence was intolerable to her. "Of course. If you wish it. Jasper, you know where to find me, and, Betty,"--he turned to her with a weary tenderness,--"forgive me and make use of me, if you will, as you will." He went out quickly, feeling himself a coward to leave her, knowing that he would be a coward to stay to watch the anguish of her broken heart and pride. For an instant he did hesitate and look back. They were standing together, calmly, man and wife. What could he do to help them, he that had broken their lives? Betty turned to Jasper, still with the muff before her mouth, looking at him above it with her wide, childlike, desperate eyes. "What do you get out of this, Jasper? I will go to Woodward. I will never come back to you.... Is it revenge?" "If so," said Jasper, "it isn't yet complete. Betty, you have been rash to pit yourself against me. You must have known that I would break you utterly. I will break you, my dear, and I will have you back, and I will be your master instead of your servant, and I will love you--" "You must be mad. I'm afraid of you. Please let me go."