“One of—those houses?”
“I—I don't know,” said Janet. “I think so.”
“You went there?”
“Mr. Tiernan went with me.”
“She wouldn't come home?”
“Not—not just now, mother.”
“You left her there, in that place? You didn't make her come home?”
The sudden vehemence of this question, the shrill note of reproach in Hannah's voice that revealed, even more than the terrible inertia from which she had emerged, the extent of her suffering, for the instant left Janet utterly dismayed. “Oh mother!” she exclaimed. “I tried—I—I couldn't.”
Hannah pushed back her chair.
“I'll go to her, I'll make her come. She's disgraced us, but I'll make her. Where is she? Where is the house?”