“You cannot,” said Ada.
“Cannot? You know not what you say.”
“You dare not!” added Ada.
She had learnt by experience that she could defy Jacob Gray to his face successfully. Her only fear of him was that he would murder her while she slept or mingle poison with her food! She could not look on him.
“Leave me, then! Leave me if you will,” he said. “I will not invade your chamber.”
“If you were,” said Ada, “you might perchance be frozen with horror by meeting the form you have described, with so much dread—a form which the voice of nature hints must be that of my murdered father!”
As she spoke, Ada walked to the door of the room, but ere she reached it, Gray called to her.
“Ada, stay yet a moment!”
“You forget!”
“Forget what?”