"You return with me to-night," Hannah insisted, "or you shall not enter the house again."
"I shall not return with you to-night," Margaret answered, doggedly.
"It's what I always knew would come of it. Understand now, Margaret, once for all, that unless you go back with me I'll have the door closed against you. I'd turn the key and close the bolts myself, though it were the coldest night in winter."
"But remember I have a right to come," Margaret said, blazing a little. "You have no right to lock me out of my mother's house."
"Right or not right, you shall not enter till I'm forced to let you in. I've had unbelievers long enough about the place, but when it comes to actresses, too, it's time I made a stand, and I'll make it. Now, then, are you coming?" she asked, in a threatening voice.
"No, I'm not."
"Very well, then, the rest is on your own head." Hannah opened the door and hesitated. "I'm sure I've had enough of you," she said, as she went down the stairs. Margaret flew after her.
"Oh, tell my mother that I love her," she cried, entreatingly.
"Pretty love!" said Hannah, scornfully, as she stalked along the little hall and out into the street.