Her tone was unexpectedly serious. Ella stared.
"What do you mean?"
"What I say."
"You're oracular, my dear. What do you say?"
"That I think it quite possible that we shall find that residence at Clover Cottage has its drawbacks; I've lighted on one or two of them already."
Ella leaned against the edge of the table, regarding the speaker with twinkling eyes and smiling lips.
"My dear, you don't mean to say that that crazy creature has left such an impression on your mind?"
"You see, my dear Ella, I haven't told you all the story. I felt that I had given Mr. Martyn a sufficient handle against us as it was; so I refrained."
"Pray what else is there to tell? To judge from your looks and manner one would think that there was something dreadful."
"I don't know about dreadful, but there certainly is something--odd. To begin with, that wretched woman was not my only visitor."