“Like? Come! I’ll tell you in two words. She’s a sickly likeness of my wife.”
The chair creaked, and the pillar shook once more. The Count was on his feet again—this time in astonishment.
“What!!!” he exclaimed eagerly.
“Fancy my wife, after a bad illness, with a touch of something wrong in her head—and there is Anne Catherick for you,” answered Sir Percival.
“Are they related to each other?”
“Not a bit of it.”
“Like? Come! I’ll tell you in two words. She’s a sickly likeness of my wife.”
The chair creaked, and the pillar shook once more. The Count was on his feet again—this time in astonishment.
“What!!!” he exclaimed eagerly.
“Fancy my wife, after a bad illness, with a touch of something wrong in her head—and there is Anne Catherick for you,” answered Sir Percival.
“Are they related to each other?”
“Not a bit of it.”
