“Who to?”
“To Lady Constance Car——”
“Damn that woman!” exclaimed Susanna. “I hate her. She was always throwing herself at his head. Curse her! Damn her! I wish——”
“Miss Conolly,” said Marian: “I hope you will not think me rude; but I am very tired, and it is very late. I must go to bed.”
“Well, will you come and see me to-morrow? It will be an act of charity. I am dying here all alone. You are a nice woman, and I know what you must feel about me; but you will get used to me. I wont annoy you. I wont swear. I wont say anything about your cousin. I’ll keep sober. Do come. You are a good sort: Bob always said so; and you might save me from destroying myself. Say youll come.”
“If you particularly wish it, I will,” said Marian, not disguising her reluctance.
“Youd rather not, of course,” said Susanna, despondently.
“I am afraid I cannot be of any use to you.”
“For that matter, no one is likely to be of much use to me. But it’s hard to be imprisoned in this den without anyone to speak to but Eliza. However, do as you please. I did as I pleased; and I must take the consequences. Just tell me one thing. Did you find me out by accident?”
“Quite.”