She was struggling with a terrible fury against him--this careless young man who was living so well without her. She longed to let herself go, to turn on him with a torrent of abuse, to swear at him, shriek at him; but she must not. She dared not antagonize him. He, too, had a temper, and, if he lost it, God only knew what irreparable harm he might do her. She had now, and always, either to propitiate him or to frighten him; by some means to make him hold his tongue. Vincent’s arm tightened on Angelica’s shoulder. "You’ve got to tell me!" he said. "I’ll have no more of your damned nonsense. What do you want here?" She made no answer, but stood motionless in the dark. "Tell me!" he said fiercely. "What do you expect to get here?" Still she was silent. "You answer me," he hissed, "or I’ll----” She laughed. "You’ll _what_?" she asked contemptuously. "Throw me down the stairs? Choke me?" He released her. "You damnable woman!" he said. "You’ve some outrageous scheme, I know; but you’ll get nothing out of me. Nothing! Not a penny!" "I don’t suppose I will!" she said, half to herself, as she turned away and went on into the kitchen. There, on a high stool before the table, sat Mrs. Russell, wearing an apron and, unaccountably, a little housemaid’s cap. Her great feet were twisted about the stool, and she was bent forward intently over the salad she was mixing. Annie was at the stove, stirring, tasting, lifting covers, peering into the oven, and listening, with an air of complete incredulity, to her mistress. "My _dear_!" cried Mrs. Russell, catching sight of Angelica. "How nice!" She had, to tell the truth, quite forgotten that she had invited her. "I’m sorry I’m late----” Angelica began. "It doesn’t matter. We’re late too," she answered. "I help Annie every evening now. We haven’t any cook--only Annie and that nice little Molly, and a woman who comes in by the day. War economy! But I really rather like it, and Annie has taught me so much!" She looked at Annie with an ingratiating smile--of which Annie took not the slightest notice. "After all," she went on, "I suppose we really ought to know how to cook--all of us women, shouldn’t we? The men do their part, so nobly, going off to fight and----” She stopped, suddenly bored with her subject. "So you see!" she said inanely, smiling again. Angelica looked about the enormous kitchen, so spotless, so brightly lit, so marvelously equipped. "It’s a nice place to work in," she said. "See here! Won’t you teach me? I’d like to learn." Annie stood looking at her with a highly displeased expression. She didn’t understand this return of Angelica, and Mrs. Russell’s great friendliness toward her; and no one explained anything. "Of course we will, my dear! You ought to learn! Let’s see. What can she do, Annie?" "Nothing, ma’am," said Annie firmly. "It’s all done and ready to serve."