She could imagine no evil tidings except as associated with him.
Doucebelle conquered her unwillingness to speak, by a strong effort.
“Yes, dear Margaret, it is about him. The—”
“Is he dead?” asked Margaret, hurriedly.
“No.”
“I thought, if it had been that,”—she hesitated.
“Margaret, didst thou not expect something more to happen?”
“Something—what? I see!” and her tone changed. “It is marriage.”
“Yes, Sir Richard is married to—”
“No! Don’t tell me to whom. I am afraid I should hate her. And I do not want to do that.”