The great lady fingered her pearls again.
"You—you quite carried me away. For a moment you startled me."
"I regret it, Madame. Perhaps I should not have said anything."
"Of course you should have. I told you that when I came in, didn't I? I said I wanted to hear everything. Everything you could tell me."
"Ah—yes, Madame."
"Is that all, now? You're certain that you've not forgotten anything?" And she pulled at her gold mesh bag, which was studded with sapphires.
"It is everything, Madame. Unless, perhaps, Madame has some question she would like to ask of me?"
The great lady drew her money out and tossed it on the table.
The woman with the white hair and those heavily lidded eyes did not touch it. The great lady got to her feet and started to the door. Quite suddenly she stopped.
"When—" She made an effort to steady her voice. "When will this thing—; this wound—come—?"