"Then what do you mean by saying you are concerned in the matter?"
Mary thought he was behaving so unlike himself that a shock might be of service.
"Only this," she answered, "—that Letty is now lying in my room, whether dead or alive I am in doubt. She must have spent the night in the open air—and that without cloak or bonnet."
"Good God!" cried Godfrey. "And you could leave her like that!"
"She is attended to," replied Mary, with dignity. "There are worse evils to be warded than death, else I should not be here; there are hard judgments and evil tongues.—Will you come and see her, Mr. Wardour?"
"No," answered Godfrey, gruffly.
"Shall I send a note to Mrs. Wardour, then?"
"I will tell her myself."
"What would you have me do about her?"
"I have no concern in the matter, but I suppose you had better send for a doctor. Talk to that fellow there," he added, pointing with his whip toward the cottage, and again putting his foot in the stirrup. "Tell him he has brought her to disgrace—"