You have me at your mercy, and--and I shall have to bear it,
whatever it is. But before--before you make me hate you, let me say this:
I am your wife. Hadn't you better remember that before you punish me?
I--I shan't hate you so badly so long as I know that you remember that."
She stopped. She was wringing her hands fast together to subdue her
agitation.
Piet had risen with her, but she could no longer search his face. She had
said that she did not fear him, but in that moment she was more horribly
afraid than she had ever been in her life.
She thought that he would never break his silence. Had she angered him
even further by those words of hers, she wondered desperately? And if
so--oh! if so--Suddenly he spoke, and every pulse in her body leaped and
quivered.
"Since when," he said, "have you begun to remember that?"
"I have never forgotten it," she said, in a voiceless whisper.
He took her hands, separated them, held up the left before her eyes.
"Never?" he said. "Be careful what you say to me."
She looked up with a flash of the old quick pride.
"I have spoken the truth," she said. "Why should I be careful?"
He dropped her hand.
"What have you done with your wedding-ring?"
"I--lost it." Nan's voice and eyes sank together. "It was an accident,"
she said. "We dropped it in the lake."
"We?" said Piet.
She made a little hopeless gesture.
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