“Of course she is. She is your fellow-victim, if you would only let yourself see it.”
“Unfortunately, instead of pitying her, I hate her. She has destroyed my happiness, and done herself no good. He does not love her, and never will.”
Fanny found herself getting angry, so she said no more; for she was determined nothing should make her quarrel with poor Zoe; but after dinner, being te'te-'a-te'te with Vizard, she told him she was afraid Zoe could not see things as they were; and she asked him if he had any idea what had become of Severne.
“Fled the country, I suppose.”
“Are you sure he is not lurking about?”
“What for?”
“To get a word with Zoe—alone.”
“He will not come near this. I will break every bone in his skin if he does.”
“But he is so sly; he might hang about.”
“What for? She never goes out; and if she did, have you so poor an opinion of her as to think she would speak to him?”