‘As surely as you go, Dot, you will repent it.’ Larrie spoke slowly, quietly, his face was deathly pale.
She was trembling from excitement, there was a vague fear in her eyes.
‘What would you do?’ she said with a little nervous half laugh.
‘I would never forgive you, never have you for my wife again,’ he answered, and his face looked as if he meant it.
She shivered a little, but held her head proudly. ‘Perhaps you would be glad of the excuse,’ she said, with a pitiful attempt at scorn.
He did not speak. The buggy rattled up [p 109] ]to the door, they heard Wooster’s voice checking the horses, the mother’s saying she would not get out as it was so late.
‘Why don’t you go?’ he said coldly, seeing she stood perfectly still.
‘I—’ she said. It was the sound of a sob strangling in her throat.
He would not help her though her eyes were speaking imploringly. If he had put his arms round her that minute and begged her as at tea to stay, even now she would have given it up. But he stood like a rock, his face hard, his chin square, his lips bitter.
The bell rang, and Peggie’s heel-down slippers went up the hall.