"Oh, yes! It's very bad. Does it pain you much, ma'am?"
"Never mind. There, that will do. Now sit down there. Don't be afraid of me. I ain't a-going to hurt you. It's only the cut that makes me look so ugly."
"Oh, no! I am not at all afraid, ma'am," said Miranda, shuddering in spite of herself.
"You are a sweet-looking girl," said Moll, fixing her haggard, but yet beautiful eyes upon the fragile form beside her. "It's a pity you must be unhappy. Has that fellow been unkind to you?"
"What fellow madam?"
"Philip."
"He is my husband, madam," replied Miranda, mildly, but with the slightest accent of displeasure.
"He is, eh? Hum! You love him dearly, don't you?"
Miranda blushed, and asked:
"Do you know my husband?"