The woman laughed mockingly.
“We may as well understand one another,” said Trevor; “so speak out. You have been forcing that poor girl, day after day, to throw herself in my way—have you not?”
“Yes.”
She nodded her head many times, as she said the word with quite a sharp hiss.
“You wanted me to take a fancy to her?”
“Yes.”
“To marry her?”
“Yes.”
“And make her the mistress of Penreife?”
“Yes; and I mean to do it.”