"Mr. Craven," she said, abruptly, "if Colonel Sharpley comes here, I have one request to make."
"What is it, my dear?"
"That you do not invite him to stay in this house."
"Why, my dear? I thought you would like to see the last companion of poor Frank," returned Mr. Craven, surprised.
"I cannot bear the sight of that man. But for him, Frank would not have incurred such peril."
"But Sharpley is not to blame for an accident. He could not help it. I regret that you should be so unreasonably prejudiced."
"Call it prejudice if you will. I could not endure the thought of entertaining him as a guest."
"This is very strange, my dear. What will he think?"
"I cannot say, but you must not invite him here."