"Let him take care of himself!"
"But he's my husband"—Fetzer pronounced it "husbant."
"He'll shoot you again."
"No, I think not. He knows now what the jail is like."
"It seems an odious proceeding."
Fetzer returned his gaze. She was a human being and so was he, there was at this moment no distinction of rank between them.
"You would not leave her stick," she said.
Stephen swallowed the last mouthful of tea. There was something behind Fetzer's strangeness; it was ridiculous for her to leave before she must. If she went Ellen could not come! It was not possible that she was trying to spoil his plan! He rose and stood quite close to her.
"Why do you go before Christmas, Fetzer?"
A deep red flooded Fetzer's cheeks. On the left side the white scar lay like a hand.