“You are certainly not very practical,” said Dudleigh, “or your first thought would have been about this. But you have none, you say, and so it can not be remedied. Is there any thing else? You see you can escape; but what then?”
Dudleigh was silent, and Edith looked at him in deep suspense.
“You say you never see Wiggins now?”
“No.”
“You are not subject to insults?”
“No—to none.”
“Have you the Hall to yourself?”
“Oh yes; I am not interfered with. As long as I stay inside the Hall I am left to myself—only I am watched, of course, as I told you.”
“Of course; but, at any rate, it seems a sort of honorable captivity. You are not like a captive in a dungeon, for instance.”
“Oh no.”