Clara’s eyes began to dilate with a sort of terror. Tarbot looked away from her.
“We won’t talk any more of your health now,” he said after a pause. “We will get to business.”
She gave him a pleading glance, and then with a heavy sigh lowered her eyes.
“I am all attention,” she said.
“Pelham has been here,” said Tarbot.
“Is he here now?”
“No; I turned him out.”
“Good Heavens, Luke! Why?”
“Because he insulted me.”
“What do you mean?”