His hands tightened until she cried out.
"That's why, when I saw the house dark, I was afraid you'd gone. Did you and he know about old Mrs. Hanson? Have you any arrangement with him for to-night?"
She pressed her lips together. Blood congested her cheeks.
He shook her more determinedly.
"Answer. You have to answer that."
Her lips parted.
"Take your hands away."
"Bella! You can't keep quiet. See how you're racking me! Answer."
Somewhere in the house a bell commenced to jangle, and continued, irritatingly, insistently.
She grasped his wrists and pushed his hands aside.