“Are you quite sure, my young friend, that you won’t go back to Helena?”
“Go back to her? I would cut my throat if I thought myself capable of doing it!”
“How did she set you against her? Did the wretch quarrel with you?”
“It might have been better for both of us if she had done that. Oh, her fulsome endearments! What a contrast to the charming modesty of Eunice! If I was rich, I would make it worth the while of the first poor fellow I could find to rid me of Helena by marrying her. I don’t like saying such a thing of a woman, but if you will have the truth—”
“Well, Mr. Philip—and what is the truth?”
“Helena disgusts me.”
CHAPTER LVII. HELENA’S DIARY RESUMED.
So it was all settled between them. Philip is to throw me away, like one of his bad cigars, for this unanswerable reason: “Helena disgusts me.” And he is to persuade Eunice to take my place, and be his wife. Yes! if I let him do it.
I heard no more of their talk. With that last, worst outrage burning in my memory, I left the place.