But you know what a jealous woman is, and I
think I know what Mrs. Milroy is; and I own I shall breathe more
freely on the day when young Armadale opens his foolish lips to
some purpose, and sets the major advertising for a new governess.
"Armadale's name reminds me of Armadale's friend. There is more
danger threatening in that quarter; and, what is worse, I don't
feel half as well armed beforehand against Mr. Midwinter as I do
against Mrs. Milroy.
"Everything about this man is more or less mysterious, which
I don't like, to begin with. How does he come to be in the
confidence of the Somersetshire clergyman? How much has that
clergyman told him? How is it that he was so firmly persuaded,
when he spoke to me in the park, that I was not the Miss Gwilt
of whom his friend was in search? I haven't the ghost of an
answer to give to any of those three questions. I can't even
discover who he is, or how he and young Armadale first became
acquainted. I hate him. No, I don't; I only want to find out
about him. He is very young, little and lean, and active and
dark, with bright black eyes which say to me plainly, 'We
belong to a man with brains in his head and a will of his own;
a man who hasn't always been hanging about a country house, in
attendance on a fool.
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