"You did?" she said, in a voice like a terrified echo.
"You knew I was there. He told you?"
"No; go on. Go on, I say. You did not ask for me?"
"No. I wanted to see him."
"It was close to eleven, or after it then?"
"After it."
"And you wanted to see him at such an hour, and you knew he was an invalid?" she said, scornfully.
"I was an invalid myself."
"You! What was the matter with you?"--again that tone of scorn.
"A worse disease than his--poverty."