Juliana fled from the room in terror.
“Oh, Joanna, what a disgrace and what a scandal!” said Luiza, pressing her head between her hands.
“I will tear her limb from limb!” cried the girl, clenching her teeth and waving her arms. “I will tear her limb from limb!”
Luiza walked around the kitchen table mechanically, trembling from head to foot, and white as chalk.
“What have you done, girl! what have you done!” she cried.
Joanna, still boiling over with rage, her face flushed, moved the tripod furiously on the fire, saying,—
“If that shameless creature speaks a single word to me I will put an end to her.”
Luiza went downstairs to her room. Juliana came out to the hall to meet her, with her face very red, and a handkerchief tied around it.
“If that shameless hussy is not sent out of the house,” she cried, “I will stand in the doorway, and when the master comes home I will tell him everything!”
“Very well, then, tell him. Do what you like,” returned Luiza, passing her without a glance.