She interrupted him quietly,
"Why more now than before?"
He dropped her hand as if stung, and turned away. He knew he could not answer that to his own satisfaction, much less to hers.
"You're a silly little baby," he repeated resentfully. "I think you had better go down now. Missus will be wondering."
Mary Ann's sobs grew more spasmodic. "You are going away without me," she cried hysterically.
He went to the door again, as if apprehensive of an eavesdropper. The scene was becoming terrible. The passive personality had developed with a vengeance.
"Hush, hush!" he cried imperatively.
"You are going away without me. I shall never see you again."
"Be sensible, Mary Ann. You will be——"
"You won't take me with you."