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`Yes. What interest have you in me, or in her? How do you come to know anything about my daughter?' `In this way. I met her on the night when she escaped from the Asylum, and I assisted her in reaching a place of safety.' `You did very wrong.' `I am sorry to hear her mother say so.' `Her mother does say so. How do you know she is dead?' `I am not at liberty to say how I know it-but I do know it.' `Are you at liberty to say how you found out my address?' `Certainly. I got your address from Mrs Clements.' `Mrs Clements is a foolish woman. Did she tell you to come here?' `She did not.' `Then, I ask you again, why did you come?' As she was determined to have her answer, I gave it to her in the plainest possible form. `I came,' I said, `because I thought Anne Catherick's mother might have some natural interest in knowing whether she was alive or dead.' `Just so,' said Mrs Catherick, with additional self-possession. `Had you no other motive?' I hesitated. The right answer to that question was not easy to find at a moment's notice. `If you have no other motive,' she went on, deliberately taking off her slate-coloured mittens, and rolling them up, `I have only to thank you for your visit, and to say that I will not detain you here any longer. Your information would be more satisfactory if you were willing to explain how you became possessed of it. However, it justifies me, I suppose, in going into mourning. There is not much alteration necessary in my dress, as you see. When I have changed my mittens, I shall be all in black.' She searched in the pocket of her gown, drew out a pair of black lace mittens, put them on with the stoniest and steadiest composure, and then quietly crossed her hands in her lap. `I wish you good morning,' she said. The cool contempt of her manner irritated me into directly avowing that the purpose of my visit had not been answered yet. `I have another motive in coming here,' I said. `Ah! I thought so,' remarked Mrs Catherick. `Your daughter's death --' `What did she die of?' `Of disease of the heart.' `Yes. Go on.' |
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