“If you know anything, Liza, I swear I don’t⁠ ⁠… and I wasn’t talking of that just now when I said that I had paid for it with life.⁠ ⁠…”

“I don’t understand you,” she brought out, faltering apprehensively.

At last a slow brooding smile came on to his lips. He slowly sat down, put his elbows on his knees, and covered his face with his hands.

“A bad dream and delirium.⁠ ⁠… We were talking of two different things.”

“I don’t know what you were talking about.⁠ ⁠… Do you mean to say you did not know yesterday that I should leave you today, did you know or not? Don’t tell a lie, did you or not?”

“I did,” he said softly.