ching him the while with her quiet eyes, she noticed that he
was ill at ease.
"Cannot you speak?" he asked at last and savagely. "Do you think it is
pleasant for a man to sit opposite a woman who looks like a corpse in
her coffin till he wishes she were one?"
"So do I," answered Lysbeth, and again there was silence.
Presently she broke it. "What do you want?" she asked. "More money?"
"Of course I want money," he answered furiously.
"Then there is none; everything has gone, and the notary tells me that
no one will advance another stiver on the house. All my jewellery is
sold also."
He glanced at her hand. "You have still that ring," he said.
She looked at it. It was a hoop of gold set with emeralds of
considerable value which her husband had given her before marriage and
always insisted upon her wearing. In fact, it had been bought with the
money which he borrowed from Dirk van Goorl.
"Take it," she said, smiling for the first time, and drawing off the
ring she passed it over to him. He turned his head aside as he stretched
his hand towards the trinket lest his face should betray the shame which
even he must feel.
"If your child should be a son," he muttered, "tell him that his father
had nothing but a piece of advice to leave him; that he should never
touch a dice-box."
"Are you going away then?" she asked.
"For a week or two I must. I have been warned that a difficulty has
arisen, about which I need not trouble you. Doubtless you will hear of
it soon enough, and though it is not true, I must leave Leyden until the
thing blows over. In fact I am going now."
"You are about to desert me," she answered; "having got all my money,
I say that you are going to desert me who am--thus! I see it in your
face."
Montalvo turned away and pretended not to hear.
"Well, thank God for it," Lysbeth added, "only I wish that you could
take your memory and everything else of yours with you."
As these bitter words passed her lips the door opened, and there entered
one of his own subalterns, followed by four soldiers and a man in a
lawyer's robe.
"What is this?" asked Montalvo furiously.
The subaltern saluted as he entered:
"My captain, forgive me, but I act under orders, and they are to arrest
you alive, or," he added significantly, "dead."
"Upon what charge?" asked Montalvo.
"Here, notary, you had best read the charge," said the subaltern, "but
perhaps the lady would like to retire first," he ad
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