"Well, I'm sure," gasped Jemima; "the impertinence!"
"I am engaged just now, Lee," said the minister, annoyed at the man's intrusion; "and may I remind you that in civilized communities visitors usually enter by the door."
"I'm sorry, rye, but I came in the easiest way I could." Lee stepped into the room. "I followed this woman up here."
"Woman yourself, fellow! How dare you?"
"Why did you follow her?" asked the preacher, to prevent a quarrel.
"To ask her about Zara."
"What do I know of your dirt?" said Mrs. Slade, disdainfully.
"Your husband knows about her, if you don't," retorted Pharaoh. "But why do I say your husband? As I live, I believe Slade is the husband of Zara, and you----"
"I'll scratch your face if you call me names," shrieked Mrs. Slade. "Jeremiah's my husband. I have my marriage lines to prove it. I'm a respectable woman; none o' yer gipsy trash."
"Your husband was in love with Zara a year ago!"