"No, no, he knows I don't want that!"
"If she did, ma, we'd go!"
"Herm knows it was all a mistake with me. I didn't know my own mind. I wanna go back along where I came from and where I belong! It ain't like I was the kind of a girl with another man in the case—"
"We should thank her, Hermie, that there ain't more scandal mixed up in it yet!"
"Ma!"
"My poor boy, what could have had his pick from the first girls in
St.—"
"Ma!"
There was an edge to Mr. Loeb's voice that had the bite of steel. He tossed his greatcoat to the snowy bed, walking between the bed-end and the mantel, round to the crouched figure of his wife.
"There, there, Sadie!" he said in his throat, and, stooping over her: "I give in! I give in!"
Her head flew up.