"It is for this, is it, Miss Milroy, that I resisted temptation,
morning after morning, when I knew you were out alone in the
park? I have just left you time to slip in, and take my place in
Armadale's good graces, have I? I never resisted temptation yet
without suffering for it in some such way as this! If I had only
followed my first thoughts, on the day when I took leave of you,
my young lady--well, well, never mind that now. I have got the
future before me; you are not Mrs. Armadale yet! And I can tell
you one other thing--whoever else he marries, he will never marry
_you_. If I am even with you in no other way, trust me, whatever
comes of it, to be even with you there!
"I am not, to my own surprise, in one of my furious passions.
The last time I was in this perfectly cool state, under serious
provocation, something came of it, which I daren't write down,
even in my own private diary. I shouldn't be surprised if
something comes of it now.
"On my way back, I called at Mr. Bashwood's lodgings in the town.
He was not at home, and I left a message telling him to come here
tonight and speak to me. I mean to relieve him at once of the
duty of looking after Armadale and Miss Milroy.
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