— 21 —Martin Rue looked a very sick man as he once more told Mrs. Sacret that she must leave his house and the widow told Susan this when repeating these commands.
“Your husband is ill, and I think his mind is unsettled—are you not afraid he may do himself a mischief?”
“Oh, how horrible! What do you mean?”
“He is in a sad state. You should warn Dr. Virtue. His nerves are all to pieces. And he is quite resolved that I should leave the house.”
“Can’t you?” sighed Susan, trembling.
“Of course, I mean to go. But I don’t want to leave you like this—alone and wretched. And you would have to give me some money—”
“I don’t know if I could get any—enough—”
Mrs. Sacret scorned this display of cowardice—Susan “lost her head” to a really contemptible degree.
“You certainly could—your bank manag
