"Enough what?"
"I mean—I didn't tell her, really, it had happened before."
"What had?" Bob scorned vagueness.
"I told her my sister was—jealous. I told her she couldn't stand that pig even looking at a woman. I told her if he did, she was sure to make a row. She's done this before."
"What has she done before?"
"Once before she got jealous—of a girl—and she threatened to—divorce him."
"You mean—she named her—as a corespondent?" Bob had no scruples about cross-examining this witness.
"She threatened to. She hadn't any case, really. Oh!" Eve cried to Emily. "You didn't like me for not liking her. You thought I—said—nasty things about her—because she was my sister. If you knew what I might have said, you wouldn't have always been looking at me that way—as if I was a sort of underbred scrub! I tell you she's despicable!"
"Oh, Eve!" Emily protested.
"What's she done?" cried Bob, eagerly.