"Are you getting alarmed about Mrs. Lecount?" he inquired next. "There
is not the least reason for alarm. She may fancy she has heard something
like your voice before, but your face evidently bewilders her. Keep your
temper, and you keep her in the dark. Keep her in the dark, and you will
put that two hundred pounds into my hands before the autumn is over."
He waited again for an answer, and again she remained silent. The
captain tried for the third time in another direction.
"Did you get any letters this morning?" he went on. "Is there bad news
again from home? Any fresh difficulties with your sister?"
"Say nothing about my sister!" she broke out passionately. "Neither you
nor I are fit to speak of her."
She said those words at the garden-gate, and hurried into the house by
herself. He followed her, and heard the door of her own room violently
shut to, violently locked and double-locked. Solacing his indignation
by an oath, Captain Wragge sullenly went into one of the parlors on
the ground-floor to look after his wife. The room communicated with a
smaller and darker room at the back of the house by means of a quaint
little door with a window in the upper half of it.
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