— XXXIV —NETTA LEARNS THE TRUTH
Margaret Foster, putting her arm round. Netta, drew her closely to her; contemplating the two men in front of her with looks which were not flattering.
“So it’s you again, Mr. Ludlow, and your prison friend. Netta, the other day this animal” – the allusion was to Mr. Swire, who seemed to resent it – “was assisted off the premises; and I regret to say that your brother had to be. sent after him. I trust that you have not paid them the compliment of listening to anything that either of them may have to say.”
“They have made me listen; but I haven’t believed a word – not a word.”
“That’s right. It’s impossible to treat them with the contempt which they deserve, but it’s as well to get as close to it as one conveniently can.”
“Miss Foster, I have cause to b
