“Purcell Barrett is his name,” said Adela. “Our Emilia brought him to us. Where is she? But, where can she be?”
Adela rose.
“She pressed my hand just now,” said Lady Gosstre.
“She was here when Captain Gambler quitted the room,” Arabella remarked.
“Good heaven!”
The exclamation came from Adela.
“Oh, Lady Gosstre! I fear to tell you what I think she has done.”
The scene of the rival Clubs was hurriedly related, together with the preposterous pledge given by Emilia, that she would sing at the Ipley Booth: “Among those dreadful men!”
“They will treat her respectfully,” said Mr. Powys.
“Worship her, I should imagine, Merthyr,” said Lady Gosstre. “For all that, she had better be away. Beer is not a respectful spirit.”