Damn him! I hope they'll kill him with a hundred
bayonets, one by one, and leave him to rot on the field.
She had been fooling me all the time, and they had been
laughing at me, the two of them. I didn't find it out until
just before this American trip. And when I confronted her
with it she laughed in my face. She said she hated me. She
said she'd rather starve than leave him to come to America
with me. She said I was a fiddling fool. She--" he was
trembling and sick with the shame of it--"God! I can't tell
you the things she said. She wanted to keep Mizzi. Isn't
that strange? She loves the baby. She neglects her, and
spoils her, and once I saw her beat her, in a rage. But she
says she loves my Mizzi, and I believe she does, in her own
dreadful way. I promised her, and lied to her, and then I
ran away with Mizzi and her nurse."
"Oh, I thank God for that!" Fanny cried. "I thank God for
that! And now, Teddy boy, we'll forget all about those
miserable years. We'll forget all about her, and the
life she led you.
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