"It won't be unless you leave her to me. If you go on bullying her much longer I won't answer for the consequences. You surely don't want——"
"It's all right, Ally. Lie quiet, there—like that. That's a good girl. Nobody's going to worry you any more."
He was kneeling by the sofa, pressing his hand to her forehead. Ally still sobbed convulsively, but she lay quiet. She closed her eyes under Rowcliffe's soothing hand.
"You might go and see if you can find some salvolatile, Mary," he said.
Mary went.
The Vicar, who had turned his back on this scene, went, also, into his study.
Ally still kept her eyes shut.
"Has Mary gone?"
"Yes."
"And Papa?"