But some one must suffer. It was in this that Claude de Chauxville
proposed to assist her.
"It is preposterous that people should make others suffer and go
unpunished," he said, intent on his noble purpose.
Catrina's eyelids flickered, but she made no answer. The soreness of her
heart had not taken the form of a definite revenge as yet. Her love for
Paul was still love, but it was perilously near to hatred. She had not
reached the point of wishing definitely that he should suffer, but the
sight of Etta--beautiful, self-confident, carelessly possessive in
respect to Paul--had brought her within measurable distance of it.
"The arrogance of those who have all that they desire is insupportable,"
the Frenchman went on in his favorite, non-committing, epigrammatic way.
Catrina--a second Eve--glanced at him, and her silence gave him
permission to go on.
"Some men have a different code of honor for women, who are helpless."
Catrina knew vaguely that unless a woman is beloved by the object of her
displeasure, she cannot easily make him suffer.
She clenched her teeth over her lower lip. As she played, a new light
was dawning in her eyes. The music was a marvel, but no one in the room
heard it.
"I would be pitiless to all such men," said De Chauxville. "They deserve
no pity, for they have shown none.
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