“Begging your pardon, miss, that’s quite impossible!”
“She left the school,” Emily persisted, “for a serious reason. Miss Ladd discovered that she had used false references.”
“Good Lord! who told you that?”
“You see I know it. I asked Miss Ladd how she got her information. She was bound by a promise never to mention the person’s name. I didn’t say it to her—but I may say it to you. I am afraid I have an idea of who the person was.”
“No,” Mrs. Ellmother obstinately asserted, “you can’t possibly know who it was! How should you know?”
“Do you wish me to repeat what I heard in that room opposite, when my aunt was dying?”
“Drop it, Miss Emily! For God’s sake, drop it!”
“I can’t drop it. It’s dreadful to me to have suspicions of my aunt—and no better reason for them than what she said in a state of delirium. Tell me, if you love me, was it her wandering fancy? or was it the truth?”
“As I hope to be saved, Miss Emily, I can only guess as you do—I don’t rightly know. My mistress trusted me half way, as it were. I’m afraid I have a rough tongue of my own sometimes. I offended her—and from that time she kept her own counsel. What she did, she did in the dark, so far as I was concerned.”
“How did you offend her?”