"It is revenge," he said, pulling the bed-clothes up to his chin, "because
I got you away from him."
"I don't think it is that; I did think so at first, and I said so."
"What did he say?"
"He said he was sorry I thought so badly of him; that he came to warn us of our danger. If he had wanted to do us an injury he wouldn't have said nothing about it. Don't you think so?"
"It seems reasonable. Then what do you think they're doing it for?"
"He says that keeping a betting-house is corruption in the neighbourhood."
"You think he thinks that?"
"I know he do; and there is many like him. I come of them that thinks like that, so I know. Betting and drink is what my folk, the Brethren, holds as most evil."
"But you've forgot all about them Brethren?"
"No, one never forgets what one's brought up in."