"What are you going to do?" she demanded.
"Sit down here and rest a few moments; maybe longer," he replied coolly.
She looked at him in dismay.
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"I don't see why not. This is my own place."
"But don't you see that he'll come back here soon and find you here?"
"That's just exactly what I want him to do."
Laura looked at him helplessly. With suppressed emotion, almost on the verge of hysteria, she broke out:
"I want to tell you this. If you do this thing, you'll ruin my life. You've done enough to it already. Now, I want you to go. I don't think you've got any right to come here now, in this way, and take this happiness from me. I've given you everything I've got, and now I want to live right and decently. He wants me to marry him. We love each other. Now, Will Brockton, it's come to this. You've got to leave this place, do you hear? You've got to leave this place. Please get out!"
Brockton was white and determined looking. For the first time in his life, he was really angry. Leaving his chair and advancing towards her, he said menacingly: