"Your aunt had been that gait with him herself, in her time?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Yes, I twigged that—and then the mealy-mouthed, filthy hag came over me. I on'y guessed, but you knew. Answer me;" and his grip tightened on her throat, and he shook her. "Answer."
"And that cousin—the one he paid for in foreign parts?"
"I suppose so."
"Those rooms at the Cottage. They were furnished and set out for you and him to take your pleasure."
"He used them for other women—once or twice."
"What other women?"
"Girls from London."