She began to weep softly.
"All this," said Rowcliffe, "is awfully bad for her."
"You don't seem to consider what it is for us."
Rowcliffe took no notice of the Vicar.
"Look here, Mary—you'd better take her upstairs before he comes. Put her to bed. Try and get her to sleep."
"Very well. Come, Ally." Mary was gentler now.
Then Ally became wonderful.
She stood up and faced them all.
"I won't go," she said. "I'll stay till he comes if I sit up all night. How do I know what you're going to do to him? Do you suppose I'm going to leave him with you? If anybody touches him I'll kill them."
"Ally, dear——"