“You will not stop her.”
“There’s a palsy in my arm if I don’t.”
She plucked at her watch.
“Why, ma’am, I don’t know you,” he said, coming close to her. “Let “s reason. Perhaps you overshot it; you were disgusted with Shrapnel. Perhaps I was hasty; I get fired by an insult to a woman. There was a rascal kissed a girl once against her will, and I heard her cry out; I laid him on his back for six months; just to tell you; I’d do the same to lord or beggar. Very well, my dear heart, we’ll own I might have looked into the case when that dog Cecil... what’s the matter?”
“Speak on, my dear husband,” said Rosamund, panting.
“But your making the journey to Bevisham is a foolish notion.”
“Yes? well?”
“Well, we’ll wait.”
“Oh! have we to travel over it all again?” she exclaimed in despair at the dashing out of a light she had fancied. “You see the wrong. You know the fever it is in my blood, and you bid me wait.”
“Drop a line to Nevil.”