"That man's going with you!" she said.
"Mr. O'Bannon? Yes, he is." Eleanor thought a second. "I'll put him off, Lydia. I'll tell him not to come."
"You'll do nothing of the kind. It's perfect. I don't know what got into me the other day, Eleanor. You must have despised me for such pitiful cowardice."
"No, my dear," said Eleanor slowly, but obviously relieved that the question had come up again. "But I did feel that you weren't going to work the best way to get the poison of the whole thing out of your soul."
Lydia laughed the same way again.
"Oh, don't worry about that! I shall get rid of the poison."
"How?"
"I shall make him suffer. I shall revenge myself, and then forget he exists. You can tell him so if you want."
Eleanor stared in front of her, blank and serious. Then she said, "I don't have many opportunities any more. I seldom see him."
Lydia's eyes brightened.