"I have no sister. I disown Violet. She is a wicked woman!"
George was quite of this opinion, yet for the sake of Dorothy he dissented. "She has her good points, Miss Bull.
"No! no! She has no good points. She is selfish, vain, cruel, and deceitful. A child of the devil. How do you know that I am her sister? and how did you come to learn my name?"
"Lord Derrington told me, and it was told to him by Mr. Ireland."
"Your guardian." Miss Bull tapped her hand on the woodwork of her chair. "He recognized me when I called to see him on that day about the lease. But he promised to hold his tongue."
"He would have done so had he not been startled by meeting Mrs. Ward and recognizing in her the woman who had left the ball with my father."
"And Violet admitted this?"
"No. She said that you had left the ball with my father. It was you who wore the blue domino and the holly sprig."
"Liar! Liar!" muttered Miss Bull; "but she is always the same. When I saw her at the music-hall the other night her face wore the same false smile. Oh, that I could see her punished as she deserves!"
"God will punish her, Miss Bull."