"I will not live under the same roof with that girl. I told you that three weeks ago, and you still try to force me."
"But I can't allow you to go on like this!" he cried. "We shall be the talk of the countryside."
She regarded him steadfastly. "Have you ever cared what the countryside thought of you?"
"No; but I can't have people saying that my sister is living in a tumbledown hut."
"You can turn me out, of course."
He ignored this, and continued: "People will simply say that you have become demented."
"It will not surprise me if I do."
He stared at her, positively frightened. "Meggie, how can you say such things? By God, I have enough to bear without your turning against me!"
She said, with calculated cruelty: "You have Alayne. Why should you need me?"
"I have not got Alayne," he retorted furiously. "She is going away the day after Gran's birthday."
"I do not think she will go away."
"What do you mean?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Oh, I think you have a pretty little game of progressive marriage going on at Jalna. No, Alayne will not go away."
His highly colored face took on a deeper hue. Its lines became harsh.
"You'll drive me to do something desperate," he said, and flung to the door.
She pushed the tray from her and rose to her feet.
"Will you please go? You are mistaken if you think you can abuse me into putting up with loose women in my house. As to being the talk of the countryside, there must be strange stories about the married couples of our family already."
