“You brute!” said Missy, and worse.
He listened patiently, nodding his head at each name. And then—
“All that? Not so fast, my dear, not half so fast, if you please. You're in far too much of a hurry, I do assure you. All that's supposing I do give you away.” The man's tone was changed. “But you're going to.”
“No,” replied Stanborough, “not if you'll clear right out to-night. Do that and I won't say a word to a soul; not even at the farm will I give you away, once you're gone. It'll just be a case of your going as mysteriously as you came; and they may never find out the truth about you; but even if they do, you'll be far enough before they do. Only clear out to-night!”
“And leave 'Bella to you? I'll see you in blazes——-”
“And yourself in quod———”
“I don't care; you're not going to ruin Arabella.”
“What if you're too late to prevent it?”
“If I was, you wouldn't be here to-night. You see I know you, too.”
There was a pause.