"What story?"
"This story of Mr. Challis's going home on business."
"It's a very simple story."
"Very simple ... oh dear!—there's the girl. I'll tell you in the morning...."
"I want to hear now.... Put it in my room, child, and go to bed." And Cintilla says, "Yes, miss!" and vanishes to an innocent pillow. "I want to hear now, and perhaps you'll be so kind as to tell me."
"Come into my room!"
"Certainly!" Judith complies without reserves, dropping gracefully into an armchair, after placing her candle in safety. She makes a parade of her waiting patience. Sibyl, all aflame with flashing eyes, turns on her after closing the door carefully.
"After what I have seen this evening, Judith, I know what to think.... No!—it's no use your denying it." Then in a lower voice, with the flush on her cheeks spreading to her temples, she adds: "Not an hour ago I saw that man Challis...." She pauses on the edge of her indictment.
"You saw that man Challis...?"
"I saw that man Challis ... yes!—I don't care, Judith ... making love to you in Tophet, with his arm round your waist."