“What’s wrong with them? What’s wrong with Mrs. Montague?”
“I feel that she isn’t a nice woman. That she isn’t—— You know I went to see her the day before yesterday. She was hung about with silver just like a savage, and all the young officers were there, playing cards. And Captain Montague had gone to Charlestown, and she was alone there, with all those men. So I sat down for a moment to rest after the walk and then came away. That was no place for me.”
“Well, we could stop with the Governor. Maggy knows him. What’s wrong with old Mrs. Prinsep?”
“I don’t like her, Tom. She’s a bitter woman. Oh, Tom, let’s go home.”
“But I’ve promised, Livy.”
“Yes, dear. I know. But we can’t always keep our promises. We can’t go to Darien. We can’t.”
“But what else can we do? We must, my dear. I can’t pay our passage home. I came away in such a rush. I’ve not got five pounds with me.”
“Oh, Tom, Tom. But that doesn’t matter, dear. We could borrow. Charles or Edward would lend to us.”
“No, thanks, Livy. There are some things I draw the line at. I can’t take a man’s hospitality and then borrow money from him.”
“But—— I know them better than you do, Tom. I could ask them.”