'Jack,' said Hazel, 'she'm got the best right to be at Undern. Leave her stay! She'm a right nice 'ooman.'
Reddin gasped. Why would Hazel always do and say exactly the opposite to what he expected?
'But you're the last person—' he began.
'You're thinking she'd ought to be jealous of me, Jack Reddin,' said Sally. 'But we'm neither of us jealous! I tell you straight! She's too good for you. You've lied to me; I'm used to it. Now you'm lied to her—the poor innicent little thing!'
'What for did you tell me lies, Jack?' asked Hazel.
What with the unfaltering gaze of the two women, and the unceasing howls of the baby, Reddin was completely routed.
'Oh, damn you all!' he said, and went hot-foot in a towering passion to look for Vessons. A man to rage at would be a very great luxury. Having at last found Vessons, harmlessly hedge-brushing, he was rather at a loss.
'How dare you let Sally in?' he began.
'Sally?'
'Yes. Why the h— did you come away here and leave the house?'