"That'll do, Mene," said Joanna to her handmaiden, "you always was the one to pick up idle tales, and Dansay should ought to be ashamed of himself, drinking and talking the way he does. Now you go and tell Peter Crouch to bring me round the trap." She drove off to Donkey Street, carrying her scandal to its source. She was extremely angry--not that for one moment she believed in the truth of those accusations brought against her sister, but Ellen was just the sort of girl, with her airs and notions, to get herself talked about at the Woolpack, and it was disgraceful to have such things said about one, even if they were not true. There was a prickly heat of shame in Joanna's blood as she hustled the mare over the white loops of the Romney road. The encounter with Ellen made her angrier still. "I don't care what they say," said her sister, "why should I mind what a public-house bar says against me?" "Well, you should ought to mind--it's shameful." "They've said plenty against you." "Not that sort of thing." "I'd rather have that sort of thing said about me than some." "Ellen!" "Well, the Squire's isn't a bad name to have coupled with mine, if they must couple somebody's." "I wonder you ain't afraid of being struck dead, talking like that--you with the most kind, good-tempered and lawful husband that ever was." "Do you imagine that I'm disloyal to Arthur?" "Howsumever could you think I'd dream of such a thing?" "Well, it's the way you're talking." "It ain't." "Then why are you angry?" "Because you shouldn't ought to get gossiped about like that." "It isn't my fault." "It is. You shouldn't ought to have Sir Harry about the place as much as you do. The last two times I've been here, he's been too." "I like him--he amuses me." "I like him too, but he ain't worth nothing, and he's got a bad name. You get shut of him, Ellen--I know him, and I know a bit about him; he ain't the sort of man to have coming to your house when folks are talking." "You have him to yours--whenever you can get him." "But then I'm a single woman, and he being a single man there's no harm in it." "Do you think that a married woman should know no man but her husband?" "What did she marry a husband for?" "Really, Joanna ... however, there's no use arguing with you. I'm sorry you're annoyed at the gossip, but to keep out of the gossip here one would have to live like a cabbage. You haven't exactly kept out of it yourself." "Have done, do, with telling me that. They only talk about me because I'm more go-ahead than any of 'em, and make more money. Anyone may talk about you that way and I shan't mind. But to have it said at the Woolpack as you, a married woman, lets a man like Sir Harry be for ever hanging around your house ..." "Are you jealous?" said Ellen softly. "Poor old Jo--I'm sorry if I've taken _another_ of your men."