“She may have done him some harm.”
“She may have done him some harm!” repeated Wiggins, with a sneer. “What! and when he had his big dog to protect him? Pooh!”
And with a scornful laugh he turned away.
Mrs. Dunbar followed him.
“She was so terrible in her despair,” said she, as she followed him; “she looked like a fury—beautiful, yet implacable.”
“Silence!” cried Wiggins. “Stop all that nonsense, or you'll drive me mad. Are you crazy? When I am almost broken-hearted in my anxiety about her, what do you mean by turning against that wronged and injured girl, who I now see has been driven to despair by my own cursed mistakes, and pretending that she is the aggressor, and your scoundrel Leon the victim?”
In the midst of this Wiggins was interrupted by the approach of Hugo.
“A genl'man, Sah, wants to see you, Sah,” said he.
“A gentleman,” repeated Wiggins. “Who is he? How did he come here?”
“Dunno, Sah, nuffin 'bout dat, Sah.”