"That's hardly likely, is it?"
"How am I to judge? You may have quarrelled and turned on him in revenge. Judged by your conduct here, I'm sure you're capable of anything. Or you may have thought you saw a way to win greater profit by aiding my brother."
"That's all nonsense," Sally retorted hotly, "and you know it."
If dismissal from Gosnold House were inevitable, then there was no reason why she should not call her soul her own.
A pause was filled by the dramatic effect of Mrs. Standish nobly holding her temper in leash.
"When are you going to answer my question?"
Sally was dumb.
"Was it--that man you went out there to meet--"
"I didn't go to meet anybody. It was an accident."
"So you say. Was it some one of the guests here?"