"And yet she could persevere! Women can do such mean things! I would sooner have broken my heart and died than have asked a man to say that he loved me. I don't suppose you have much to be proud of. I daresay she has half a dozen others. You won't see her again?"
"I think I may be driven to do so. I do not wish to have to write to her, and yet I must make her understand that all this is to be over."
"She'll understand that fast enough when she does not see you. It would have served her right to have sent that letter to her husband."
"That would have been cruel, Mary."
"I didn't do it. I thought of doing it, and wouldn't do it. But it would have served her right. I suppose she was always writing."
"She had written, but not quite like that," said Lord George. He was not altogether comfortable during this conversation.
"She writes lots of such letters no doubt. You do then mean to go there again?"
"I think so. Of course I do not look upon her as being so utterly a castaway as you do."
"I believe her to be a heartless, vile, intriguing woman, who married an old man without caring a straw for him, and who doesn't care how miserable she makes other people. And I think she is very—very ugly. She paints frightfully. Anybody can see it. And as for false hair,—why, it's nearly all false." Lady George certainly did not paint, and had not a shred of false hair about her. "Oh, George, if you do go, do be firm! You will be firm;—will you not?"
"I shall go simply that this annoyance may be at an end."