"And even you, my child, don't know the worst," she remarked. "There's Fenillon, my dressmaker. She doesn't send me a bill at all, but I owe her nearly six hundred pounds. I have to wear a shockingly unbecoming gown in the second act, as it is, just because she's getting disagreeable."
"Well, I've tried to set things straight," Sophy declared. "You'll have either to marry or to borrow some money. You can't go on much longer!"
Louise was looking up at the ceiling. She sighed.
"It would be nice," she said, "to have some one to pay one's bills and look after one, and see that one wasn't too extravagant."
"Well, you need some one badly," Sophy asserted. "I suppose you mean to make up your mind to it some day."
"I wonder!" Louise murmured. "Did you know that that terrible man from the hills—John Strangewey's brother—has been here this morning? He frightened me almost to death."
"What did he want?" Sophy asked curiously.
"He was a trifle vague," Louise remarked. "I gathered that if I don't send John back to Cumberland, he's going to strangle me."
Sophy leaned across the table.
"Are you going to send him back?" she asked.