“Shut up in her room, and stark mad!” moaned Lady Bellingham.
. He stared. “The devil she is! Now, what ails her?”
“I don’t know. Ravenscar has been here, and she says she has never been so insulted in her life! I have never known her to be so angry! She could barely speak!”
“But what has the miserable spleen been saying to her at all?”
“It is no use asking me, for I don’t know, but I fear he must have made her an improper proposal. She says she would like to boil him in oil. But understand me, Lucius, if you help her to do any such thing you do not enter this house again!”
“Faith, I have a better way of punishing Mr Ravenscar than that! I wish you will inform Deb I am here, ma’am: I’ll tell her what will gladden her heart!”
“She said she would not see a soul, and you know what she is! Besides, she has locked the door. Do, I implore you, go away and leave me in peace! I am sure my head is like to split!”
“Ah, now, be easy, ma’am!” he said. “I’ll go, and maybe you’ll not be seeing me for a while, but I give you my word I have as pretty a revenge brewing for Ravenscar as even Deb could wish for! You may tell her so with my love—or maybe I’ll be writing her a note to raise her spirits.”
“Do anything you please, only go away!” begged her ladyship, closing her eyes, and making a feeble gesture towards the door.