"Promise me that you won't tell!"
"I won't tell, but I intend to have it out with him."
"No, no!" she whispered hysterically. "I tell you, nothing more must be said about it. It was partly my fault; only, I didn't know he was that kind of a man. You know yourself I never really liked him. Only it was fun to go out in his car, and I get so sick of not having any clothes or money and having to stay in that deadly old store day in and day out!"
She buried her face in her hands and sobbed violently for a moment; then she caught hold of Quin's sleeve.
"You won't speak to him," she implored, "and you won't tell Cass?"
"I won't do anything you don't want me to," promised Quin, proffering his handkerchief with his sympathy, "It's your shooting-match, and Cass has got to keep his hands off."
Cass at this moment cautiously opened the front door, and stood in his bare feet, viewing them with anxious suspicion.
"It's all right, old cove," said Quin, slipping Rose into the house and pulling the door to after her. "No harm's done, and she won't do it again."
"How do you know?"
"Because she and the fellow had a blow-out. She says she is through with him for good and all."