Emily saw Bob start towards Martha. She thought he was intending seizing her by the arm, pulling her into the room, making her listen. So she sank down into a chair.
"Bob!" she cried, "come here!" and she began crying.
He let Martha go up the stairs. He came and stood raging near Emily.
"Don't you worry! I'll put an end to this. I'll settle her yet. Don't cry. I'll put some sense into that girl's head. She's not going to take married men up to her bedroom in this house!"
"Bob, stop it! That's not her bedroom! You just make things worse!"
"I make things worse, do I?"
"Yes, you do! It's bad enough to have this thing going on! But you go and quarrel with her. You never can stop it this way! The sillier she is, the wiser we have to be. Oh, we must be careful! I won't have you saying such things to each other!"
"What are you blaming me for? You said you'd tell her to quit this, and that's all the good it's done us. Everybody'll be wondering why the blinds were down when we're away."
"Oh, I wish you hadn't done that! I wish—you looked as if you were intending to knock him down, Bob!"
"I did intend to! He's lucky! If he comes hanging around here, I will beat him up. What business has he got in this house at midnight?"