"You know she can't do that," said Marsh roughly. "There's nowhere she can go. I've offered her a home. You were quite willing, when I suggested having her here."
"I was willing because I thought she'd make herself useful. We can't afford to feed folks who don't earn their keep. We have to work for our money, we do."
"I didn't know you grudged me the little I eat," said Nora bitterly. "I wonder if I should begrudge it to you, if I were in your place."
"Look here, it's no good talking. I'm not going to turn her out. As long as she wants a home, the farm's open to her. And she's welcome to everything I've got."
"Then you choose her?" demanded Gertie.
"Choose her? I don't know what you're talking about!" Easy-going as he was, he was beginning to show signs of irritation.
"I said you'd got to choose between us. Very well, let her stay. I earned my own living before, and I can earn it again. I'm going."
"Don't talk such nonsense," said Marsh violently.
"You think I don't mean it? D'you think I'm going to stay here and be put upon? Why should I?"
"Don't you—love me any more?"