"What a question, my daughter!"—fondly.
"Even when the truth is bitter—and hard!" She trembled, and drew in her breath at the remembrance of that scathing arraignment.
"Shall we start?"
"But he has asked you not to return. And it's you who have sent her away. And the little one is coming. You can't go to the Rectory."
"Oh, indeed?" queried Mrs. Milo, sarcastically. "And are you going?"
Sue waited a moment. Then, "My work is there."
Mrs. Milo started. "Now let me tell you something!" she cried, throwing up her head. "You've disobeyed me once today——"
Sue smiled. "Disobeyed!" she repeated.
"—If you disobey me again—if you go back to the Rectory without me——"
"I shall certainly go back."