“Then he ought just wash his hands of them!” declared Eveleen defiantly. “If I were in his place——”
“My dear Mrs Ambrose, what is the matter?” Colonel Bayard and Richard came up the verandah steps, to find her confronting the two men. She looked at him stormily.
“It’s a fool I am to expect anything——!” she began, and stopped, unable to speak.
“Mrs Ambrose was unfortunately a witness—or nearly so—of the carrying-off of a girl to the Fort, sir,” said Sir Dugald; “and the lamentations of the parents have affected her sadly.”
“Positively, my dear Richard,” said Colonel Bayard, “you must not allow Mrs Ambrose to distress herself in this way. She will make herself ill, and our little society here will lack its brightest ornament.”
Eveleen looked at him with absolute abhorrence. “And that’s
