“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.”