“And about me?”
“About you, Miss--since you must have it. It’s beyond everything,
for a young lady; and I can’t think wherever she must have picked
up----”
“The appalling language she applied to me? I can, then!” I broke in
with a laugh that was doubtless significant enough.
It only, in truth, left my friend still more grave. “Well, perhaps
I ought to also--since I’ve heard some of it before! Yet I can’t
bear it,” the poor woman went on while, with the same movement, she
glanced, on my dressing-table, at the face of my watch. “But I must
go back.”