"I am, sir."
"And what are you doing here?"
She smiled at him a little scornfully. "Do you ask as a magistrate, sir, or in curiosity?"
He frowned, narrowing his eyes. "You are marvellously changed.
You appear prosperous. Has Vyell married you yet?"
"No, sir."
"Nor as yet cast you off, it would seem."
"No, sir."
"Ah, well, go your ways. You are a beautiful thing, but evil; and I would have saved ye from it. I whipped ye, remember."
Her face burned, but she held her eyes steady on him. "Mr. Trask," she said, "do you believe in hell?"
"Eh?" He was taken aback, but he could not frown away the question; for she asked it with a certain authority, albeit very courteously. "Eh? To be sure I do."