"We'll soon get it over." Ethel's voice was shaking ominously. Fanny noticed and spoke fast.
"Well, then, it's just this," she said. "You've made up your mind to cut Joe off from all his old friends, including me. And I might have stood for that—"
"How kind!"
"If I hadn't learned of the raw deal you're giving him. Strip him of friends and then treat him like this? Oh, no, not if I can help it!" Plainly Fanny was working herself into a rage to match that of her hostess.
"You'd better be very clear, Mrs. Carr," Ethel exclaimed, leaning forward. Her visitor looked straight back at her, and answered:
"Very. I mean Dwight."
Ethel rose abruptly.
"That will be enough, I think."
"Oh, will it?"
Ethel wheeled upon her: