"Yes, dear," she answered vaguely.
He stood staring at her on the threshold, fully dressed, and she looked back at him, her eyes slightly confused by the light.
"Where have you been?" he said.
"With Mr. Marche."
"Where?"
"To the dory—and back."
"What did he say to you, child?"
She came silently across the threshold and put her arms around his neck; and the man lost every atom of his color.
"What did he say?" he repeated harshly.
