"Well," laughing, "I'll try and not let him lock me up, at any rate. Now, is there anything I can do for you?"
If ever you want to make him feel what it is to make others suffer, Hagar will help you.—[page 238.]
"Oh, no, lady. You looked so pretty, and so good, that I wanted to warn you; that is all. I should be glad if I could serve you, too, but I could never serve him. I don't want for anything, dear lady. Now the old woman will go."
"I won't forget you, Hagar, if I ever need a friend."
Hagar turned toward her. "If you ever want to make him feel what it is to make others suffer, Hagar will help you."
There was a vindictive light in the old woman's eyes, and she hobbled out of the room, looking as if she meant all she had said.
Cora sat, for a time, pondering over the interview, and trying to trace out some motive for insincerity on the old woman's part. But she could see none. She resolved to investigate a little, and all that evening was the most attentive and agreeable of wives. Abundant and versatile was her conversation. Deftly she led the talk up to the proper point, and then said, carelessly: