"No, I won't!" he burst out in reply. "I want quiet right enough, but not at the price of her peace with her God!" This sounded foolish, he felt that it did, and he flushed and grew the angrier. "No, I won't," he said stubbornly. "She'll go back to him if I take her myself. And what's more," he added, rising, "she's to go straight back to-night!"
"She is not going back to-night, my dear." And Deborah caught her father's arm. "Sit down, please—"
"I've heard enough!"
"I'm afraid you haven't," she replied.
"Very well." His smile was caustic. "Give me some more of it," he said.
"Her husband won't have her," said Deborah bluntly. "He told me so himself—to-night."
"Did, eh—then I'll talk to him!"
"He thinks," she went on in a desperate tone, "that Laura has been leading—'her own little life'—as he put it to me."
"Eh?"
"He is bringing suit himself."