“Let us go away,” said Rosalie, noticing that the great pallor of her face did not decrease.
“Yes. It’s time I was back at—at the wedding garment.”
“But you’re not going to that damp, dark place this morning, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Then I shall come with you.”
“No. I told Everard, and he does not approve.”
“But he is not master here.”
“No; but his advice is very good to go upon.”
“Did I not tell you how heartless he was?”
“You mistake what is meant for kindness. Let us go.”