'You'd better have stopped quiet. I've told Mrs Hensor to come down and look after you. She knows what to do.'
Bridget cried out passionately: 'I won't have that woman in my room. How dare you tell her to come near me.'
'Dare! That seems a queer way to put it. However, you can order her out if you don't want her. There's Maggie—and I'm sending Ninnis back to-night.'
'When are you coming home?'
'I can't say. I've got things to do—and to think about.'
His words and his manner seemed to convey a sinister meaning.
'I see—you are angry about the black-boy. If you want to know I will tell you exactly what happened.'
He laughed again and his laugh sounded to her insulting.
'Oh, I know what has happened. You needn't tell me. I had some conversation with Harris this morning. I know EVERYTHING; and now I've got to settle in my own mind how things are to go on.'
She went very white and repeated dully: 'How—things—are to go on?'