Is He to Replace Me?

She spoke in a low, even voice, without tears or visible agitation. Each word fell into his breast like burning lead. His arms were yearning up to her, but she drew away. They remained facing each other, divided by the distance that her words had created. Then abruptly, his anger overflowed. And beaufort is he to replace me? He would have welcomed it as fuel for his own. But madame olenska only grew a shade paler and stood with her arms hanging down before her,. Her head slightly bent, when she pondered a question. Why don't you go to him? Archer sneered. She turned to ring the bell. I shall