“Then as your medical attendant, called in upon this emergency by my friend, Lady Tilborough, it is my duty to tell you that you gave me your word that you would be calm if I allowed you to return.”
“Yes,” said the suffering woman, bitterly. “I promised because I could not bear to stay longer in that hateful woman’s house.”
“It seemed to me, madam, that the lady whom you so wrong, behaved in a very loving and sisterly way to you in an emergency.”
“Yes; brought about by her machinations.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed Lady Tilborough. “What an unreasonable darling it is! Machinations! Why, I only asked a dear old friend to help me and save me from ruin, and he responded nobly.”
“Ruin? You helped to ruin him by luring him back to the diabolical horrors of the Turf.”
“There, there, my dear; I won’t argue with you, certainly not quarrel. Pray, pray try and calm yourself, or you’ll be having another of those terrible hysterical fits.”
“Yes,” said Granton, “and worse than the last.”
“I am glad. It will be my last. Infamous woman, why did you drag me to your house?”
“Because, my dear, I didn’t like to see a lady in your position ill and suffering in such a place as the Tilborough Arms.”