"That's it! That's it! Let him arrange it anyway he will and don't have too much consideration for my feelings. Let him tell the judge that I've worn out my good looks so I don't attract him any longer."
Alice had heard the door slam below stairs. She stared at her mother's unconscious face and said nothing.
Mrs. Farley, dragging her feet exaggeratedly, moved off into her bedroom.
Then Alice pattered quickly down the stairs and met her father in the hall. He had heard voices and looked alarmed.
"Is anything the matter?" he asked, seeing her face angry and elated, and that she wore only her nightgown.
"Yes. Come into the living-room," Alice said.
They walked in. Mr. Farley was a long time finding the light. He felt choked by the guilty beating of his heart. When he had made the room bright he turned to Alice almost in fear. She looked so ugly, flushed, with her hair in confusion, and her angry eyes.
"I've been talking to Mamma," Alice said breathlessly.
Mr. Farley's face was drawn. He blinked at the light, gaining time. "I asked you not to talk to your mother," he said uncomfortably.
"I know you did, but she talked to me and I couldn't keep my mouth shut. She began by saying she knew where you had gone. She says she's willing to agree to a divorce."