"No, he ain't. He's fighting—and hittin' below the belt, too—for things. These things."
"I don't believe it."
"Right! You can believe this, I shall fight to a finish. No quarter—see?"
"Very well. Good-night!"
She rose, whey-faced, but resolute.
"What d'ye mean by 'good-night'?"
"I'm going to sleep with Posy."
"You ain't?"
"Yes, I am!"
She went out slowly, not closing the door. Quinney listened to her familiar steps as she mounted the oak stairs. She ascended higher and higher till she reached Posy's room. Quinney heard the door shut, and then—significant sound—the click of a turning key.