"Get up and go, you miserable creature!" she cried.
He rose slowly.
"Go!" said Molly.
"No coat-collar would stand such treatment," he said. "Pay me for the damage you have done to my wardrobe."
"Give him a shilling, Molly, and let him go."
"Wait a minute—wait a minute. Oh, don't be violent, Alice! I've got a secret. If you knew it, you'd give me money. I'll sell it for forty pounds."
"Sell it to my husband."
He got up feeling for his injured coat-collar. "This girl's so impetuous. May I sit down again?"
"No," said Molly. "Stand. If you don't tell your secret in two minutes, out you go."
"It's about your marriage, Alice. You were married about twenty-six years ago—it was in 1871, I remember. You married a play-acting fellow—Anthony by name——"