“Antony,” she said suddenly; and there seemed to be a new light in her eyes as she opened them wildly, “I am going to get well now. I could not before, for thinking about the past.”
“I hope and pray that you will,” I said, with a strange sensation of fear creeping through me.
“I shall,” she said quickly. “I can feel it now. Last week I thought that I was going to die. Now talk to me about Miss Carr. Is she very beautiful?”
“Yes,” I said eagerly, “very beautiful.”
“More handsome than I used to be?” she said, laughing.
“Oh, she’s very different to you, Linny,” I said, flushing. “She is tall and noble-looking, and dark, while you are little and fair. One could not compare you two together.”
“It was no wonder, then, that Mr Lister should love her.”
“Oh no,” I said. “Any man who saw her would be sure to love her.”
She sighed softly.
“Is she—is she a good woman?”