Pierre's code would not have had her
eyes droop under their long lashes or her cheeks flush so warmly
at the words of another man--and he could not take vengeance on
the woman herself. No, she had not told St. Pierre all she might
have told! There were things which she must have kept to herself,
which she dared not reveal even to this great-hearted man who was
her husband. Shame, if nothing more, had kept her silent.
Did she feel that shame as he was feeling it? It was inconceivable
to think otherwise. And for that reason, more than all others, he
knew that she would not meet him face to face again--unless he
forced that meeting. And there was little chance of that, for his
pledge with St. Pierre had eliminated her from the aftermath of
tomorrow's drama, his fight with Bateese. Only when St. Pierre
might stand in a court of law would there be a possibility of her
eyes meeting his own again, and then they would flame with the
hatred that at another time had been in the eyes of Carmin
Fanchet.
With the dull stab of a thing that of late had been growing inside
him, he wondered what had happened to Carmin Fanchet in the years
that had gone since he had brought about the hanging of her
brother.
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