She straightened herself up suddenly.
"You took the pains to find that out?"
"Yes."
She fixed on him a look of scorn.
"And stooped to ask an usher instead of asking me? You, who boldly say to the world that I am your free comrade, the mate and equal of man?"
"An odd way you took to show comradeship in such an hour," he answered, doggedly.
"Am I a slave, to sit in solemn rapture at your feet and await your nod?"
"You seemed to eagerly await the nod of another man to-night."
She laughed.
"Am I not your serene-browed Grecian goddess whose untamed eyes of primeval womanhood proclaim the end of slave marriage?"
Gorden winced, scowled and was silent.
"I like the beautiful ceremony you invented. I've memorised every word of it," she said, teasingly.
He sat for several minutes sullenly looking at her with a strange fire in his eyes, now and then moistening his lips as though they burned.
At length he said: "It will be necessary for you to go to his office to-morrow to sign papers in the transfer of the deed of the Temple to me. The lawyers informed me to-day that everything was in readiness for your signature. After this event there will be no business requiring your further attendance at his bank."
