‘How can I believe that, Horace?’ said Mrs. Damerel, in a voice of soft reproach. And she drew near to him. ‘Be truthful with me, dear. Do tell me the truth!—Is she anything to you?’
‘I have told you the truth, aunt. She came here, as I have done, for her health. I haven’t seen her for two years.’
‘And you don’t wish to renew acquaintance with her,—I’m sure you don’t.’
He looked away, and said nothing.
‘My dear, do you know her character?’
‘What about her?’
The tone was startling, but Mrs. Damerel kept firm, though agitated.
‘She has led the most disgraceful life. I heard about her half a year after she ran away, but of course I wouldn’t tell you such painful things.’
Horace reddened with anger.
‘And who is to blame for it?’ he cried passionately. ‘Who drove her to it?’