It might have been a threat she held out to him but that her voice lacked the passion of all menace. Passion could not have served her better than her dull, unvibrating statement of the fact.
"If you won't take me back—"
Her spent voice dropped dead on the last word and her cough broke out again.
Ransome's next movement averted it. She revived suddenly.
"Ranny—are you going for that cab?"
He turned.
"No," he said. "You know I'm not."
"Then, what are you thinking of?"
He was thinking: "I won't have Dossie and Stanny sleeping with her. And I can't turn Mother out. So there's no room for her. Yes, there is. I can get a camp bed and put it in the box room. I shall be all right in there, and she can have my room to herself."