“There’s a woman in it!”
“A woman? There is a woman? Then that’s all right.”
“All right?”
“I was afraid there wouldn’t be another woman.”
“Afraid! Women are ever so much worse than men. And she’s—awful. She says she’s the daughter of the gods.”
“A little wanting, perhaps.”
I touched my head. Apparently Miss Purvis did not catch the allusion.
“Wanting! She’s wanting in everything she ought to have. She’s—she’s not to be described. I thought she was rats.”
“You thought she was rats?”
“The house is full of them—in swarms! They’d have eaten me—picked the flesh off my bones!—if I’d given them the chance.”