“There, he is better already,” said Mary Wells. “He shall walk in the garden with you this afternoon.”
“What have you done? I can't look him in the face now. Suppose he speaks to me?”
“He will not. I'll manage that. You won't have to say a word. Only listen to what I say, and don't make a liar of me. He is better already.”
“How will this end?” cried Lady Bassett, helplessly. “What shall I do?”
“You must go downstairs, and not come here for an hour at least, or you'll spoil my work. Mr. Angelo is in the drawing-room.”
“I will go to him.”
Lady Bassett slipped out by the other door, and it was three hours, instead of one, before she returned.
For the first time in her life she was afraid to face her husband.