"Your husband is to bring suit against you?" Deborah's voice was loud and harsh. "For God's sake, Laura, what do you mean?"
"Mean? I mean that he has proofs! He has used a detective, the mean little cur, and he's treating me like the dirt under his feet! Just as though it were one thing for a man, and another—quite—for a woman! He even had the nerve to be mad, to get on a high horse, call me names! Turn me!—turn me out on the street!" Deborah winced as though from a blow. "Oh, it was funny, funny!" Laura was almost sobbing now.
"Stop, this minute!" Deborah said. "You say that you've been doing—what he has?" she demanded.
"Why shouldn't I? What do you know about it? Are you going to turn against me, too?"
"I am—pretty nearly—"
"Oh, good God!" Laura tossed up her hands and went on with her walking.
"Quiet! Please try to be clear and explain."
"Explain—to you? How can I? You don't understand—you know nothing about it—all you know about is schools! You're simply a nun when it comes to this. I see it now—I didn't before—I thought you a modern woman—with your mind open to new ideas. But it isn't, it seems, when it comes to a pinch—it's shut as tight as Edith's is—"
"Yes, tight!"
"Thank you very much! Then for the love of Heaven will you kindly leave me alone! I'll have a talk with father!"