“I came—we came because—because I promised we would come.”
“But WHY did you come?”
Hephzy leaned toward her.
“Please, please,” she begged. “Don't get all excited like this. You mustn't. You'll make yourself sicker, you know. You must lie down and be quiet. Hosy—oh, please, Hosy, be careful.”
Miss Morley paid no attention. She was regarding me with eyes which looked me through and through. Her thin hands clutched the bedclothes.
“WHY did you come?” she demanded. “My letter was plain enough, certainly. What I said yesterday was perfectly plain. I told you I did not wish your acquaintance or your friendship. Friendship—” with a blaze of scorn, “from YOU! I—I told you—I—”
“Hush! hush! please don't,” begged Hephzy. “You mustn't. You're too weak and sick. Oh, Hosy, do be careful.”
I was quite willing to be careful—if I had known how.
“I think,” I said, “that this interview had better be postponed. Really, Miss Morley, you are not in a condition to—”
She sprang to her feet and stood there trembling.