"What manner of house is this?" she asked pathetically. "It is so strange!"
"Why did you come here?"
"Because there was nowhere else to go."
He was silent.
"Who is this Amaryllis?" she asked.
"John's mistress."
She shrank away from him and looked at him with horror-stricken eyes.
"Hast thou not yet seen him, who buys thy bread and meat and insures this safe roof?" he persisted.
"And–and I eat bread–bought–bought by–" she stammered.
"Even so!"