"
Mrs. Whately wrung her hands in something like despair, while Miss
Lou burst into a peal of half-nervous laughter at the expression on
her uncle's face. "Well," she said, "there'll be no more trouble as
far as I am concerned unless it's of your own making. If I am
protected in my home, I shall stay; if not, I shall leave it. One
learns fast in such ordeals as I have passed through. Aunt Sarah,
your son threatened to shoot me for doing what you permitted.
Suppose I had told Major Brockton that? I made allowances for
Madison's passion, but unless he learns to control himself he will
have to vent his passion on some one else."
"She has just lost her senses," gasped Mrs. Baron.
"No, we have acted as if we had lost ours," said Mrs. Whately rising
with dignity. "I can't reason with either of you any more, for you
have made up your minds that a spade is not a spade. I shall tell my
niece that hereafter I shall treat her kindly and rationally, and
then go home," and she left husband and wife confronting each other.
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