And she struggled vehemently between Chloe's suddenly clutching hands.
"What do you mean? You shall tell me! I will tear it out of you!"
"Help! help!"
"Be quiet! You'll wake the whole house!"
"I don't care if I do! I won't be murdered without a——"
"There, then! Now be quiet. Marry me again! Huskinson marry me again!"
"Lord Bernard said in his letter to Mr. Rodney that he sailed for England on purpose to do it. He's discovered that you never—Bream, you know. The Crackers have acknowledged they perjured themselves. What are you doing, Chloe? What——"
She listened to a curious little emotional sound that stirred the blackness in Chloe's direction. It was of a gurgling nature, not exactly laughter, not precisely weeping, yet partaking of the nature of both; intense excitement, it seemed, expressing itself in an inarticulate, but irresistible, music. It went on for about two minutes, and then Chloe pinched Mrs. Verulam again with all her might and main in silence. Mrs. Verulam's whispered reply to this fresh assault was: "I always thought so, Chloe. You could not deceive me."
"Nonsense! It isn't true!"