"'Does your friend propose to join her husband by the next steamer?' was all he condescended to say, when I had done.
"I acknowledge I was angry. I snapped at him. I said, 'Yes, she does.'
"'How am I to communicate with her?' he asked.
"I snapped at him again. 'By letter--through me.'
"'At what address, ma'am?'
"There, I had him once more. 'You have found my address out for yourself, sir,' I said. 'The directory will tell you my name, if you wish to find that out for yourself also; otherwise, you are welcome to my card.'
"'Many thanks, ma'am. If your friend wishes to communicate with Mr. Armadale, I will give you my card in return.'
"'Thank you, sir.'
"'Thank you, ma'am.'
"'Good-afternoon, sir.'
"'Good-afternoon, ma'am.'
"So we parted. I went my way to an appointment at my place of business, and he went his in a hurry; which is of itself suspicious. What I can't get over is his heartlessness. Heaven help the people who send for him to comfort them on their death-beds!
"The next consideration is, What are we to do? If we don't find out the right way to keep this old wretch in the dark, he may be the ruin of us at Thorpe Ambrose just as we are within easy reach of our end in view. Wait up till I come to you, with my mind free, I hope, from the other difficulty which is worrying me here. Was there ever such ill luck as ours? Only think of that man deserting his congregation, and coming to London just at the very time when we have answered Major Milroy's advertisement, and may expect the inquiries to be made next week! I have no patience with him; his bishop ought to interfere.
"Affectionately yours, "MARIA OLDERSHAW."
2. From Miss Gwilt to Mrs. Oldershaw.
"West Place, June 20th.
"MY POOR OLD DEAR--How very little you know of my sensitive nature, as you call it! Instead of feeling offended when you left me, I went to your piano, and forgot all about you till your messenger came. Your letter is irresistible; I have been laughing over it till I am quite out of breath. Of all the absurd stories I ever read, the story you addressed to the Somersetshire clergyman is the most ridiculous. And as for your interview with him in the street, it is a perfect sin to keep it to ourselves. The public ought really to enjoy it in the form of a farce at one of the theaters.