Desperate things to be done excused the desperate said; and especially they seemed a cover to the bald and often spotty language leaping out of her, against her better taste, when her temper was up.
'Somewhere not very distant,' said Dartrey perusing. 'Is he in the town to-day, do you know?'
'I am not sure; he may be. Her name . . .'
'Have no fear. Ladies' names are safe.'
'I am anxious that she may not be insulted again.'
'Did she show herself conscious of it?'
'She stopped speaking: she looked at the door. She may come again—or never! through that man!'
'You receive him, at his pleasure?'
'Captain Marsett wishes me to. He is on his way home. He calls Major Worrell my pet spite. All I want is; not to hear of the man. I swear he came yesterday on the chance of seeing—for he forced his way up past my servant; he must have seen Miss Radnor's maid below.'
'You don't mean, that he insulted her hearing?'