"No, I must know now."
"Wait a while longer."
"Tell me instantly," he said with a nervous impatience very unusual to him.
"Drink this, and I will then talk to you," said Miss Bradly, as she held a cordial to his lips.
Obediently he swallowed it, and, as he returned the glass, he asked,
"How has this wretched matter terminated? What has become of that unfortunate girl?"
"She has been sold."
"To the trader?"
"Yes, but don't talk about it; perhaps she is better off than we think."