atch, with more force than reason. "A mother's support indeed! Well! And as for you," she cried, turning on Clarence, "sending her off like that with your—" She was face to face again with the tragic news. Katie, remembering it simultaneously, uttered a loud sob. Mrs. Batch capped this with a much louder one. Clarence stood before the fire, slowly revolving on one heel. His clothes steamed briskly.
"It isn't true," said Katie. She rose and came uncertainly towards her brother, half threatening, half imploring.
"All right," said he, strong in his advantage. "Then I shan't tell either of you anything more."
Mrs. Batch through her tears called Katie a bad girl, and Clarence a bad boy.
"Where did you get THEM?" asked Clarence, pointing to the ear-rings worn by his sister.
"HE gave me them," said Katie. Clarence curbed the brotherly intention of telling her she looked "a sight" in them.
She stood staring into vacancy. "He didn't love HER," she murmured. "That was all over. I'll vow he didn't love HER."
"Who d'you mean by her?" asked Clarence.
"That Miss Dobson that's been here."
"What's her other name?"
"Zuleika," Katie enunciated with bitterest abhorrence.
"Well, then, he jolly well did love he
