“What! what do you know?”
“I know that much, at any rate.”
“How—where—when? In the name of heaven, what are you?”
“Mrs. Townsend Oakley’s servant,—nothing else.”
“But you said something that seems wild. How do you know—”
“That Mr. De Marke is a married man—is that what you ask?”
“Yes, that is what I ask!” answered Catharine, in a strained, husky voice.
“How do you know it?” said the woman.
“Me—me—how do I know it. God help me—how do I know it. I—”
“You see that I do know it, and that I know you, Catharine Lacy.”