"Did you have any trouble with him?"
"I should have had, but he was too weak to resist me, on account of having drunk too much."
"I thought I heard him pounding on the door."
"So he did, but I frightened him away with the old pistol," and Grit laughed at the remembrance. "He thought it was loaded."
"He may come back again," said Mrs. Brandon apprehensively.
"Yes, he may. Brandon is likely to draw such company. I wish we could get rid of him, too."
"What a fatal mistake I made in marrying that man!" said Mrs. Brandon mournfully.
"That is true, mother but it can't be helped now. The question is, what shall we do?"
"Where is he?"