“From what house?”
Rosamund glanced about for a way of escaping the question. There was none but the door. She replied, “From Dr. Shrapnel’s.”
“That’s the Anti-Game-Law agitator.”
“You do not imagine, sir, that Nevil subscribes to every thing the horrid man agitates for?”
“You don’t like the man, ma’am?”
“I detest him.”
“Ha! So you have seen Shrapnel?”
“Only for a moment; a moment or two. I cannot endure him. I am sure I have reason.”
Rosamund flushed exceedingly red. The visit to Dr. Shrapnel’s house was her secret, and the worming of it out made her feel guilty, and that feeling revived and heated her antipathy to the Radical doctor.
“What reason?” said Mr. Romfrey, freshening at her display of colour.