'No mystery!' argued Paula. 'Come! it is not fair.'
'I don't think it is quite fair,' said Miss De Stancy, looking from one to the other in some distress. 'Mrs. Goodman--I must tell her! Paula, Mr. Som--'
'He's dead!' cried Paula, sinking into a chair and turning as pale as marble. 'Is he dead?--tell me!' she whispered.
'No, no--he's not dead--he is very well, and gone to Normandy for a holiday!'
'O--I am glad to hear it,' answered Paula, with a sudden cool mannerliness.
'He has been misrepresented,' said Mrs. Goodman. 'That's all.'
'Well?' said Paula, with her eyes bent on the floor.
'I have been feeling that I ought to tell you clearly, dear Paula,' declared her friend. 'It is absolutely false about his telegraphing to you for money--it is absolutely false that his character is such as that dreadful picture represented it. There--that's the substance of it, and I can tell you particulars at any time.'
But Paula would not be told at any time. A dreadful sorrow sat in her face; she insisted upon learning everything about the matter there and then, and there was no withstanding her.
When it was all explained she said in a low tone: 'It is that pernicious, evil man Dare--yet why is it he?--what can he have meant by it! Justice before generosity, even on one's wedding-day. Before I become any man's wife this morning I'll see that wretch in jail! The affair must be sifted.... O, it was a wicked thing to serve anybody so!--I'll send for Cunningham Haze this moment--the culprit is even now on the premises, I believe--acting as clerk of the works!' The usually well-balanced Paula was excited, and scarcely knowing what she did went to the bell-pull.