"Are—are you going, Edina?"
"Going!" replied Edina. "Of course I am going. You are going also, are you not?"
Frank pushed his hair off his brow. The gay scene at The Mount, and the dreadful scene in which he had just been an actor, struck upon him as being frightfully incongruous. Edina was gazing at him: she detected some curious change in his manner, and she saw that he was looking very pale.
"Is anything the matter, Frank? Are you not well?"
"Oh, I am quite well."
"Surely that poor woman is not dead?"
"What woman?" asked Frank, his wits still wool-gathering. Dr. Raynor, leaving his chair by the parlour-fire, had also come to the door, and was looking on.
"Have you been to see more than one woman?" said Edina. "I meant Molly Janes."
"Oh—ay—yes," returned Frank, passing his hand