“You are going out?” said Drusilla, uneasily.
“Yes; stay here until I come back, which will be in a few minutes.”
“Oh, Miss Lyon! Miss Lyon, do not go to him yet! And do not upbraid him when you see him! Your provocation may have been very great, but wait until you are cool, and then you will be just,” pleaded the young wife, rising and laying her hands upon the lady’s robes, to stay her.
“Child, I am not going to him. And I shall never upbraid him,” replied Anna, with a superb and beautiful scorn.
“Then you go——?”
“To my grandfather’s study!”
“To denounce him to his uncle? Oh, do not—not yet, not just yet! Wait, wait till you are calm! till you can speak only the words of justice and mercy. Do not denounce him yet!”
“Drusilla, I am not going to denounce him now or ever. Wait you, and see what I shall do!”
“What, what?”
“I shall save the miserable sinner, if he is to be saved at all!”