“Dead! She died last night, suddenly. Is it not horrible?”
“Shocking!” exclaimed Mrs. Lorraine, with a mournful voice and an eye dancing with joy. “Why, Mr. Grey, I do declare you are weeping.”
“It is not for the departed!”
“Nay, Vivian! for Heaven’s sake, what is the matter?”
“My dear Mrs. Lorraine!” but here the speaker’s voice was choked with grief, and he could not proceed.
“Pray compose yourself.”
“Mrs. Felix Lorraine, can I speak with you half an hour, undisturbed?”
“By all means. I will ring for Jacinte. Jacinte! mind I am not at home to anyone. Well, what is the matter?”
“O! madam, I must pray your patience; I wish you to shrive a penitent.”
“Good God! Mr. Grey! for Heaven’s sake be explicit.”