Annie settled herself more comfortably on the bed. She faced her companion defiantly.
“I know what you are about to do,” she said.
“What do you know?”
“And if you do it,” continued Annie, “and turn traitor to those who have trusted you—to your own schoolfellows—you will be the meanest Judas that ever walked the earth!”
Priscilla’s face was very white, almost as white as death.
“Leave my room, please,” she said. “Whatever I have done, I have done at your instigation; and whatever I do in the future is my affair and no one else’s. Leave the room immediately.”
“I won’t until you make me a promise.”
“I will make you no promise. I have had too many dealings with you in the past. Leave the room, please.”
Priscilla spoke with such dignity that Annie, cowed and almost terrified, was forced to obey.
She went out on the landing. Priscilla, for the time being, had completely routed her. She scarcely knew how to act.