I say I will make her
come."
"But if she refuses?"
"Then I will take care she does not go back to the Englishman."
"You will--" but madam's voice faltered. Gregorio read her meaning and
laughed a yes.
"But, Gregorio, think; you will be hanged for that. You wife is not a
Jewess."
But Gregorio laughed again and strode into the street. He was mad with
grief and the intoxicating draughts of vengeance he had swallowed. He
strode across the road and mounted the stairs with steady feet. Madam
Marx followed him, weeping and calling on him to come back. As he
reached the door of his room she flung herself before him, but he
pushed her on one side with his feet and shut the door behind him as he
entered.
Lying on the threshold, she heard the bolt fastened, and knew the last
act of the tragedy was begun.
XI--HUSBAND AND WIFE
As Gregorio entered the room, Xantippe, who was kneeling by a box into
which she was placing clothes neatly folded, turned her head and said
laughingly:
"You are impatient, my friend; I have nearly--"
But recognising Gregorio, she did not finish the sentence.
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