So she went to the rendezvous with a heart full of bitter hate.
Bassett, with all his assurance, could not begin his interrogatory all in a moment. He made a sort of apology, said he felt he had been unkind, and he had never been happy since he had deserted her.
She cut that short. “I have found a better than you,” said she. “I am going to London very soon—to be married.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
“No doubt you are.”
“I mean for your sake.”
“For my sake? You think as little of me as I do of you. Come, now, what do you want of me—without a lie, if you can?”
“I wanted to see you, and talk to you, and hear your prospects.”
“Well, I have told you.” And she pretended to be going.
“Don't be in such a hurry. Tell us the news. Is it true that Lady Bassett is expected—”