Merthyr studied her face. Alone with her, he said: "I could almost suppose that she has seen this man."
Georgiana smiled sadly. "I have not seen him, dear; and she has not told me so."
"You think it was so?"
"I can imagine it just possible."
"What! while we were out and had left her! He must be mad!"
"Not necessarily mad, unless to be without principle is to be mad."
"Mad, or graduating for a Spanish comedie d'intrigue," said Merthyr. "What on earth can he mean by it? If he must see her, let him come here. But to dog a carriage at midnight, and to prefer to act startling surprises!—one can't help thinking that he delights in being a stage- hero."
Georgiana's: "If he looks on her as a stage-heroine?" was unheeded, and he pursued: "She must leave England at once," and stated certain arrangements that were immediately to be made.
"You will not give up this task you have imposed on yourself?" she said.
"To do what?"