“And when does he intend to go?”
“As soon as he is better. I shall be thankful enough when he is gone.”
Eline could no longer contain herself.
“Reyer says he must not think of such a thing for some weeks yet!” she said sharply, with an angry glance at Betsy. “But of course——”
“Of course what?”
“If it were not for the sake of decency, you would, ill as he is, turn him out of doors.”
“If I could—yes, I should certainly. And once for all, this I tell you, he shall never come here again. Fancy hanging about here like this!”
“But, Betsy—he is nearly dying!” cried Eline, trembling with rage.
“Oh, nonsense!”
“What’s nonsense? If you saw him as I do,” she screamed.