I felt chilled to the bone and, getting up, said:
"I think I had better leave you now, as I am tired and you are angry."
MRS. BO (standing up and coming very close to me): "Do you not know that I would nurse Peter Flower through yellow fever! But, though I have lived next door to him these last three years, I would never dream of doing what you have done to-day."
The expression on her face was so intense that I felt sorry for her and said as gently as I could:
"I do not see why you shouldn't! Especially if you are all such friends down here as you say you are. However, every one has a different idea of what is right and wrong. …I must go now!"
I was determined not to stay a moment longer and walked to the door, but she had lost her head and said in a hard, bitter voice:
"You say every one has a different idea of right and wrong, but I should say you have none!"
At this I left the room.
When I told Mrs. Bunbury what had happened, all she said was:
"Cat! She's jealous! Before you came down here, Peter Flower was in love with her."