"What do you want with me?" she asked, with a stony look that arrested him, as he would gently have taken her hand.
"I would bring you home."
"Home!" the pale lips writhed in withering derision.
"Yes, home, Molly," he spoke as one might to a much-loved and unreasonable sick child—with infinite tenderness and compassion—"your own warm home, with your sister. You would like to go to Madeleine, would not you?"
She unclasped her hands and threw them out before her with a savage gesture of repulsion.
"To Madeleine?" she echoed, with an angry cry; and then wheeling round upon him fiercely: "Do you want to kill me?" she said, between her set teeth.
Sir Adrian's weary brow contracted. He paused and looked at her with profoundest sorrow.
Then she asked, hoarsely:
"Where have they taken him to?"
"To Lancaster, I believe."