THIRD NARRATIVE
7. CHAPTER VII
(continued)
"I know you never received it. Wait a little, and you shall
hear why. My letter would have told you nothing openly.
It would not have ruined you for life, if it had fallen
into some other person's hands. It would only have said--
in a manner which you yourself could not possibly have mistaken--
that I had reason to know you were in debt, and that it
was in my experience and in my mother's experience of you,
that you were not very discreet, or very scrupulous about how
you got money when you wanted it. You would have remembered
the visit of the French lawyer, and you would have known what I
referred to. If you had read on with some interest after that,
you would have come to an offer I had to make to you--
the offer, privately (not a word, mind, to be said openly
about it between us!), of the loan of as large a sum of money
as I could get.--And I would have got it!" she exclaimed,
her colour beginning to rise again, and her eyes looking up
at me once more. "I would have pledged the Diamond myself,
if I could have got the money in no other way!
In those words I wrote to you. Wait! I did more than that.
I arranged with Penelope to give you the letter when nobody
was near. I planned to shut myself into my bedroom, and to
have the sitting-room left open and empty all the morning.
And I hoped--with all my heart and soul I hoped!--that you would
take the opportunity, and put the Diamond back secretly in
the drawer."
I attempted to speak. She lifted her hand impatiently, and stopped me.
In the rapid alternations of her temper, her anger was beginning to
rise again. She got up from her chair, and approached me.
"I know what you are going to say," she went on. "You are
going to remind me again that you never received my letter.
I can tell you why. I tore it up.
"For what reason?" I asked.
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