'Why did he leave you?' he said.
She made no answer; she looked before her as if she were going out of her mind.
'Has he left you any money?' asked George.
Then she started up, her cheeks flaming red.
'I wouldn't touch a halfpenny of his. I'd rather starve!' she screamed.
George shrugged his shoulders.
'Well, you understand?' he said.
'Oh, how can you! It's all you and mother. You've always hated me. But I'll pay you out, by God! I'll pay you out. I know what you are, all of you—you and mother, and all the Blackstable people. You're a set of damned hypocrites.'
'Look here, Daisy! I'm not going to stand here and hear you talk like that of me and mother,' he replied with dignity; 'and as for the Blackstable people, you're not fit to—to associate with them. And I can see where you learnt your language.'
Daisy burst into hysterical laughter. George became more angry—virtuously indignant.