‘By the way, that’s a very fetching night-cap, my dear.’ ‘Do you think so, indeed?’ replied her ladyship coyly. ‘I had it from Radcliffe’s in Harrogate. Yes, I am quite determined. I think it will be a very good thing for Eustacia to get away from here after what has happened.’ Her husband nodded. ‘We live in such a small society here,’ he agreed. ‘Everywhere she goes, she will meet people who know about her humiliation. In Derbyshire, she will be able to make a new start.’ ‘That Morrison Morrison!’ exclaimed her ladyship after a short silence. ‘I would like to tear him limb from limb!’ ‘I think that that is probably my duty,’ answered Sir Wilfred, his mouth going into a thin line. ‘Do you intend to seek him out?’ asked Lady Hope, the emotion in her voice increasing subtly. ‘Wilfred, my darling, if you were to fight a duel with him, I do not think that I could bear it.’ He smiled whimsically. ‘Nonsense, my dear. You would adore it!’ ‘Well, perhaps,’ she admitted, smiling reluctantly.
