“Yes,” she said. “But I shall not have it an hour longer.”
As she spoke she glanced at Bessie.
For a moment Bessie looked as if she were trying to understand the glance; then a light broke over her face, and she rose and made her way out of the court.
Olivia watched her until she disappeared, then drew a breath of relief.
“Now tell me,” said Mr. Edgar, when the excitement had subsided. “When did you see Mr. Bradstone last?”
“On the day of the wedding,” she replied, and she gave the answer coldly. The worst had passed; there could be no keener shame for her to endure than that which she had already borne.
“At what time?”
“Nearly four o’clock.”
“You have not seen or exchanged a word with him since?”
“No.”