"What have you sent for _him_ for? Do you suppose _he'd_ give me
away?"
She began to weep softly.
"All this," said Rowcliffe, "is awfully bad for her."
"You don't seem to consider what it is for us."
Rowcliffe took no notice of the Vicar.
"Look here, Mary--you'd better take her upstairs before he comes. Put
her to bed. Try and get her to sleep."
"Very well. Come, Ally." Mary was gentler now.
Then Ally became wonderful.
She stood up and faced them all.
"I won't go," she said. "I'll stay till he comes if I sit up all
night. How do I know what you're going to do to him? Do you suppose
I'm going to leave him with you? If anybody touches him I'll _kill_
them."
"Ally, dear----"
Mary put her hand gently on her sister's arm to lead her from the
room.
Ally shook off the hand and turned on her in hysteric fury.
"Stop pawing me--you! How dare you touch me after what you've said.
Steven--she says I took Essy's lover from her."
"I didn't, Ally. She doesn't know what she's saying."
"You _did_ say it. She did, Steven. She said I ought to thank Essy for
not splitting on me when I took her lover from her. As if _she_ could
talk when _she_ took Steven from Gwenda."
"Oh--Steven!"
Rowcliffe shook his head at Mary, frowning, as a sign to her not to
mind what Alice said.
"You treat me as if I was dirt, but I'd have died rather than have
done what she did."
"Come, Alice, come.
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