He swayed as he stood.
And still Monck remained passive, grim and cold and unyielding.

"How long is it since you married her ?" he questioned at last.
"I tell you I never married her!" Desperately Dacre sought to recover lost ground, but he had slipped too far.
"You told me that lie before," Monck observed in his even judicial tones.

"Is it--worth while ?" Dacre glared at him, but his glare was that of the hunted animal trapped and helpless.

He was conquered, and he knew it.
Calmly Monck continued.

"There is not much doubt that she holds proof of the marriage, and she will probably try to establish it as soon as she is free." "She will never get anything more out of me," said Dacre.