She could not doubt their being speaking of her. She heard her own
name and Kellynch repeatedly. She was very much disturbed. She knew not
what to do, or what to expect, and among other agonies felt the
possibility of Captain Wentworth's not returning into the room at all,
which, after her consenting to stay, would have been--too bad for
language. They seemed to be talking of the Admiral's lease of Kellynch.
She heard him say something of the lease being signed--or not
signed--_that_ was not likely to be a very agitating subject, but then
followed--
'I hate to be at an uncertainty. I must know at once. Sophy thinks the
same.'
Then in a lower tone Captain Wentworth seemed remonstrating, wanting to
be excused, wanting to put something off.
'Phoo, phoo,' answered the Admiral, 'now is the time; if you will not
speak, I will stop and speak myself.'
'Very well, sir, very well, sir,' followed with some impatience from his
companion, opening the door as he spoke--
'You will then, you promise you will?' replied the Admiral in all the
power of his natural voice, unbroken even by one thin door.
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