Gertrude turned in silence to her sister—
"Take off that——" (she indicated the shimmering garment with a pause), "and come with me."
Darrell sneered from the background; "Your sister has decided on remaining here."
"Phyllis!" said Gertrude, looking at her.
Phyllis began to sob.
"Oh, Gerty, what shall I do? Don't look at me like that. My dress is there behind the screen; and my hat. Oh, Gerty, I shall never get it on; I am so much taller."
With rapid fingers Gertrude had unfastened her own long, black cloak, and was wrapping it about her sister.
"Great heavens," cried Darrell, coming forward and seizing her hands; "You shall not take her away! You have no earthly right to take her against her will."
With a cold fury of disgust she shook off his touch.
"Oh, Sidney, I think I'd better go. I oughtn't to have come." Phyllis' voice sounded touchingly childish.