"It'll serve you right if I'm ill," said Alice.
"Come," said the Vicar in his wisdom and his patience. "Come."
He proffered the disgusting cup again.
"I'd drink it and have done with it, if I were you," said Mary in her soft voice.
Mary's soft voice was too much for Alice.
"Why c-can't you leave me alone? You—you—beast, Mary," she sobbed.
And Mr. Cartaret began again, "Am I to stand here——"
Alice got up, she broke loose from them and left the room.
"You might have known she wasn't going to drink it," Gwenda said.
But the Vicar never knew when he was beaten.