“Whatever did you do?”
“My dear, I was disgusted. It really seemed as if the whole of Womanhood was outraged. So, to punish him—for revenge—instead of going to a number of houses that day, I went to only one.”
“There wouldn’t be time?”
“I shall always blame myself....”
“Why?”
But a lanthorn falling in flames just then above them put an end to the conversation.
“That’s the second I’ve seen drop,” Miss May Mant exclaimed, darting up.
“What have you been up to?”
“Having my bumps examined.”
“What!”