“No, you must not go away. Be seated, and I will see that you have a room prepared.”
The old look was upon his face which she had seen so often—the look which compelled her to obey, without the uttering of an unkind word, or even a command, 254 and he left her sitting where the soft glow of the gas light fell upon her white, wan features.
He sought his mother and June.
“Mother,” he said, “Irene has returned.”
June sprang to her feet.
“Scott,” she said, “did you allow her to come in this house?”
“I did.”
“You are crazy!”
“I think I have my reason,” he said.
“You surely do not think of allowing her to remain?”