There was no other way
save to lie.
"How should I know? It was enough for me to get her letter," she
replied.
"At Castlegarry?"
What was there to do? She must keep faith with Kitty, who had given her
this sight of her husband again.
"Forwarded from Lammis," she said. "It reached me before the doctor's
cable."
So it was Kitty--Kitty Tynan-who had brought his wife to this new home
from which he had been trying so hard to get back to the old home.
Kitty, the angel of the house.
"You wrote me a letter which drove me from home," he said heavily.
"No--no--no," she protested. "It was not that. I know it was not that.
It was my money--it was that which drove you away. You have just said
so."
"You wrote me a hateful letter," he persisted. "You didn't want to see
me. You sent it to me by your sweet, young brother."
Her eyes flashed. "My letter did not drive you away. It couldn't have.
You went because you did not love me. It was that and my money, not the
letter, not the letter."
Somehow she had a curious feeling that the very letter which contained
her bitter and hateful reproaches might save her yet. The fact that he
had not opened it--well, she must see Kitty again. Her husband was in a
dark mood.
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