“We shall see.”
Nina nodded many times, and there was a short pause, in which Peppina’s fear grew stronger than her vanity.
“How do you know he is here?”
“Eh-h-h-h-h! One has eyes,” answered Nina carelessly. “Why does he come?”
“Who knows?” said the girl, wary again.
“What it is to have money for travelling!” exclaimed Nina, who was sure that Peppina had somehow got the money from Mrs Maxwell. “It is wine he must have upset, not oil like me.”
“Do you still think of it?” said Peppina, anxious to turn the conversation.
“I shall sort the cards to-night, and try to find out who the ill-luck comes from. Whoever it is, an apoplexy on him!” cried Nina vengefully.