"I'm surprised at you, all of you," said Allison. "You people are my friends and Blan's friends. Why, you—"
He broke off as he caught sight of Phyllis and Donald.
"Phyllis!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Take that boy home!"
Obediently, she turned away, but Truggles caught her by the arm.
"Get Forsythe out here!" he cried. "Let him face the woman he wronged!"
At that moment, Forsythe himself came out of the door and stood at Allison's side. A wordless cry ran through the mob at the sight of the tetraploid man's face, topped with its cap of mole-gray fuzz.
"I see you're still taking an active interest in my affairs, Truggles," said Forsythe. He did not raise his voice, but it carried across the lawn.
"Evil is every man's business," answered Truggles boldly. "These good people are enraged that you should flout the laws of society so brazenly."
"Naturally," replied Forsythe, smiling. "And you enraged them. As long as everyone here minded his own business, no harm was done."
"I expected you to take that attitude, Forsythe," shouted Truggles. "Have you no sense of responsibility, no respect for the customs that others have established for their protection?"