“It seems to me she must be a splendid sort of woman,” said Alex.
“Hurrah for Miss Grace Donnithorne!” said Charley. “She must be a most charming lady,” said Von Marlo in his precise way.
Then I sprang to my feet.
“Now listen,” I said. “I have told you about her as she was. When I saw her she had not done this wicked thing.”
“But she was going to do it; she had made up her mind pretty straight,” said Alex.
“Well, she hadn’t done it, and that makes all the difference,” I said stoutly. “She will be changed; I know she will be changed.”
“I hope she won’t have got thin (I’m sick of Hannah’s sort of figure) and cross and churlish and miserly,” said Charley.
“I don’t think so,” I answered. “I don’t suppose she’ll be as changed as all that; but, anyhow, I know—”
“I tell you what,” interrupted Von Marlo; “she is coming here, and nothing living will stop her.”
“That’s true enough,” I said gloomily.