CHAPTER XXXIV.
"Yes, I have waited. But it was because I have been trying to—to arrange something," Margaret answered.
She had taken her hand from the old pillar, she stood erect now, with the white shawl she was wearing folded closely round her.
"Something nicely calculated to make me suffer more, I suppose; I haven't been punished enough for speaking as I did."
"It wasn't anything that concerned you."
"That everlasting self-possession of yours, Margaret! Here I come upon you suddenly; you're not a hard-hearted woman at all, and yet, thanks to that, you can receive me without a change of expression, you can see all my trouble and grief, and talk to me about 'arrangements!'"
"You asked me—you accused me—" Her calmness was not as perfect as he had represented it.
"What are the arrangements?" he said, abruptly.
"Do you think we had better discuss them?"
"We will discuss everything that concerns you. But don't be supposing I haven't heard; I have seen Aunt Katrina, and forced it out of her, I know you intend to go back to Lanse—intend to go to-morrow."