"I have her word for it, Anthony. There is something wrong, I am sure. She has just written it to me."
"Show me the letter, Kitty."
She went to an escritoire in the corner of the room, found the letter, and brought it to him. He read it with staring eyes.
"She won't marry him," he said when he had finished.
"My poor Anthony!"
"An engagement is nothing. She was engaged to me. She let me kiss her. He is a man with money—I remember now. Do women sell their souls for money, Kitty?"
"Some women might, Anthony, but I don't think Pamela would. There is something wrong, Anthony, I am sure of it."
"I am going to find out, Kitty."
Something in the attitude smote her.—p. 446.