"You can't," said Mrs. Anchor, with a pale face. "He is guilty."
"It's your scheme to make him appear so," retorted Jarman; "but I know better, and so do you. Who told you he was here?"
"That's my business," she said doggedly.
"And a very shady business it is. Do you wish to murder Frank as you murdered your husband?"
With a spasm of fury Fan snatched up a knife and flung it at him. It flew over his head. "Don't do that again," said he, "or I'll forget that you are a woman."
"The woman you loved," she said again, weeping.
Eustace grew tired of thus running in a circle.
"Don't you think you'd better try something new, Mrs. Anchor? We have had cajoling, tears, violence, temper--I'm growing weary!"
"I also," said Fan, drying her tears, and speaking in a much more business-like manner. "It's not worth while losing one's temper."
"Not with me, I assure you."