Vizard started a little at the suddenness of this, but he said nothing: he did not know what to say.
When she had waited a little, and he said nothing, she spoke again. “Tell me something about her. Is she good? Forgive me: it is not that I doubt.”
“She is good, according to her lights.”
“Is she proud?”
“Yes.”
“Is she just?”
“No. And I never met a woman that was.”
“Indeed it is rare. Why does she not visit me?”
“I don't know”
“She blames me for all that has happened.”