They walked on so.
"You wanted him to go?"
No answer.
"Tell me, How, did you want him to leave?"
"No, Bess."
Again they advanced, until they reached the house door.
"Why did you let him go, then?" asked the girl tensely.
For the second time there was no answer.
"Tell me, How," she repeated insistently.
"I heard you get up last night, Bess," said a voice. "I thought I—understood."