'_Make_ it? Bless my soul, it isn't me! And I should think it was made enough. I'm going to appeal to the laws of my country--that's what I'm going to do. She pretends I'm stopped, whatever she does. But that's all gammon--I ain't!' 'I understand--but you won't do anything so horrible,' said Laura, very gently. 'Horrible as you please, but less so than going on in this way; I haven't told you the fiftieth part--you will easily understand that I can't. They are not nice things to say to a girl like you--especially about Deepmere, if you didn't know it. But when they happen you've got to look at them, haven't you? That's the way I look at it.' 'It's not true--it's not true--it's not true,' Laura Wing repeated, in the same way, slowly shaking her head. 'Of course you stand up for your sister--but that's just what I wanted to say to you, that you ought to have some pity for _me_ and some sense of justice. Haven't I always been nice to you? Have you ever had so much as a nasty word from me?' This appeal touched the girl; she had eaten her brother-in-law's bread for months, she had had the use of all the luxuries with which he was surrounded, and to herself personally she had never known him anything but good-natured. She made no direct response however; she only said--'Be quiet, be quiet and leave her to me. I will answer for her.' 'Answer for her--what do you mean?' 'She shall be better--she shall be reasonable--there shall be no more talk of these horrors. Leave her to me--let me go away with her somewhere.' 'Go away with her? I wouldn't let you come within a mile of her, if you were _my_ sister!' 'Oh, shame, shame!' cried Laura Wing, turning away from him. She hurried to the door of the room, but he stopped her before she reached it. He got his back to it, he barred her way and she had to stand there and hear him. 'I haven't said what I wanted--for I told you that I wanted you to help me. I ain't cruel--I ain't insulting--you can't make out that against me; I'm sure you know in your heart that I've swallowed what would sicken most men. Therefore I will say that you ought to be fair. You're too clever not to be; _you_ can't pretend to swallow----' He paused a moment and went on, and she saw it was his idea--an idea very simple and bold. He wanted her to side with him--to watch for him--to help him to get his divorce. He forbore to say that she owed him as much for the hospitality and protection she had in her poverty enjoyed, but she was sure that was in his heart. 'Of course she's your sister, but when one's sister's a perfect bad 'un there's no law to force one to jump into the mud to save her. It _is_ mud, my dear, and mud up to your neck. You had much better think of her children--you had much better stop in _my_ boat.' 'Do you ask me to help you with evidence against her?' the girl murmured. She had stood there passive, waiting while he talked, covering her face with her hands, which she parted a little, looking at him.