up for longer than she could bear, suffering more and more from the ferment of her knowledge. It relieved her to warn and denounce and expose. 'God has let me see it in time, in his mercy,' she continued; 'but his ways are strange, that he has let me see it in my daughter. It is myself that he has let me see, myself as I was for years. But she's worse—she is, I assure you; she's worse than I ever intended or dreamed.' Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap; her low voice quavered and her breath came short; she looked up at the faint stars with religious perversity.
'Have you ever spoken to her as you speak to me?' I asked. 'Have you ever admonished her, reproached her?'
'Reproached her? How can I? when all she would have to say would be, "You—you—you base one—who made me!"'
'Then why do you want to play her a trick?'
'I'm not bound to tell you and you wouldn't understand if I did. I should play that boy a far worse trick if I were to hold my tongue.'
'If he loves her he won't believe a word you say.'
'Very possibly, but I shall have done my duty.'
'And shall you say to him simply what you have said to me?'
'Never mind what I shall say to him. It will be something that will perhaps affect him, if I lose no time.'
'If you are so bent on gaining time,' I said, 'why did you let her go out in the boat with him?'
'Let her? how could I prevent it?'
'But she asked your permission.'
'That's a part of all the comedy!'
