"By our Lady of Sorrows, I beseech you, throw them away."
"You have threatened me. You have no further right to beseech me," said Laura quietly, putting the flowers in her belt.
"Oh God!" cried Anna, pressing her hands to her temples.
"Let us go," she said at last.
Laura followed her across the silent house to her room.
"Sit down," said Anna.
"I am waiting," said Laura.
"Then you don't understand?" asked Anna, smiling.
"No—I understand nothing."