He leaned forward, forgetting his bacon, which he liked frizzlingly hot.
"Accountable to Society and God."
"Ho! Then suppose you leave me, my young chick, to account in my own way to Society and God?"
Posy blushed. Let us not label her rashly as a prig. The nymph Echo must have repeated silly remarks in her time. Posy said slowly, speaking with conviction:
"I am part of Society, and I am part of what we call, for want of a better word, God."
Susan murmured warningly:
"That will do, Posy."
"No, it won't!" shouted Quinney. "We'll have this out here and now. What d'ye mean? What the devil d'ye mean? Are you dotty? Why do you spring this on me? What's the game? 'Ave you been a-listening to blasphemous agitators a-spoutin' rubbish in 'Yde Park?"
"No."
"Then where does she get it from?" He appealed to Susan with frantic gestures. "You hear her, mother. Where does she get this from? Answer me!"