"I didn't think you'd take it like this. Why shouldn't I go back?"
"Oh, go back! Go back and fetch and carry for Maggie, and write Harry's speeches till the end of the chapter. Oh, yes, go back."
Tom was puzzled.
"Has anything upset you to-day?" he asked.
"Has anything upset me!" echoed Adela, throwing her eyes up to the ceiling.
Tom finished his tea in a nervous gulp.
"I don't see why I shouldn't go back," he said.
"Well, I'm telling you to go back," said Adela. "Go back till she's had enough of you again—and then be turned out again."
Tom's face grew crimson.
"At least," he said slowly, "she has never spoken to me like that."