"Can't you say it now?"
"No, Major Jen, I can't, and I shan't," retorted Etwald, tartly. "If you are wise you will arrange to let me come here to-morrow at eleven, and meet Mrs. Dallas and her daughter."
"Both of them will refuse to meet you. You saw Mrs. Dallas to-day, how she behaved."
"Like the fool she is," said the doctor, putting on his hat. "Well, I am going. Will you see me to-morrow morning?"
"Yes. I don't know what possible things you can find to say to me after this interview; but, as you make such a point of it, I'll see you."
"And ask Mrs. Dallas and her daughter to be present?"
"Yes. I'll try and get them to come."
"Very good." Etwald walked toward the door, but there, struck by a sudden thought, he looked back. "Of course you will not tell Isabella that she killed Mr. Alymer?" he said, hurriedly.
"Not at present," said Jen, after a moment's thought. "But, later on, I shall, in order to clear the memory of David."
"And condemn the poor girl to eternal misery," said Etwald. "Well, I do not agree with you. But, at least, keep silent until after our interview to-morrow."