“Never mind whether I own it or not. A scoundrel! I’ll serve him out for this.”
“I have known it only a few hours,” said Mrs Glaire, sinking back on her couch, and watching the young man, as he stamped up and down the room.
“But he has thrown me over,” cried Richard. “I don’t know where the girl is.”
“Who has thrown you over?” said Mrs Glaire, contemptuously.
“You needn’t believe me without you like,” said Richard; “but I am speaking the truth now. Sim Slee was to take her across to Lupsthorpe station, and go with her to town.”
“Yes.”
“And stay with her till I came, after the heat of the row was over; for no one would have missed him.”
“Well?” said Mrs Glaire, contemptuously.
“Well, he has thrown me over,” said Richard. “I met him this morning, and found he had not been.”
“What did he say?” said Mrs Glaire.