“What rot are you talking?”
“I mean just what I say.”
“Don’t talk bosh!”
“I tell you, I am in earnest.”
Lizzie Straker made a quick movement, and snatched at Eve’s wrist. She thrust her face forward with a kind of back-street truculence.
“What d’you mean?”
“What I have said.”
“Joan, d’you hear? She’s trying to rat. What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing. Only I have ceased to believe in these methods.”
“Oh, you have, have you!”