It makes it all the worse." "It seems as if. And that's not all: he's helpless In ways that I can hardly tell you of. Sometimes he gets possessed to keep accounts To see where all the money goes so fast. You know how men will be ridiculous. But it's just fun the way he gets bedeviled-- If he's untidy now, what will he be----? "It makes it all the worse. You must be blind." "Estelle's the one. You needn't talk to me." "Can't you and I get to the root of it? What's the real trouble? What will satisfy her?" "It's as I say: she's turned from him, that's all." "But why, when she's well off? Is it the neighbours, Being cut off from friends?" "We have our friends. That isn't it. Folks aren't afraid of us." "She's let it worry her. You stood the strain, And you're her mother." "But I didn't always. I didn't relish it along at first. But I got wonted to it. And besides-- John said I was too old to have grandchildren. But what's the use of talking when it's done? She won't come back--it's worse than that--she can't." "Why do you speak like that? What do you know? What do you mean?--she's done harm to herself?" "I mean she's married--married someone else." "Oho, oho!" "You don't believe me." "Yes, I do, Only too well. I knew there must be something! So that was what was back. She's bad, that's all!" "Bad to get married when she had the chance?" "Nonsense! See what's she done! But who, who----" "Who'd marry her straight out of such a mess? Say it right out--no matter for her mother. The man was found. I'd better name no names. John himself won't imagine who he is." "Then it's all up. I think I'll get away. You'll be expecting John. I pity Estelle; I suppose she deserves some pity, too. You ought to have the kitchen to yourself To break it to him. You may have the job." "You needn't think you're going to get away. John's almost here. I've had my eye on someone Coming down Ryan's Hill. I thought 'twas him. Here he is now. This box! Put it away. And this bill." "What's the hurry? He'll unhitch." "No, he won't, either. He'll just drop the reins And turn Doll out to pasture, rig and all. She won't get far before the wheels hang up On something--there's no harm. See, there he is! My, but he looks as if he must have heard!" John threw the door wide but he didn't enter. "How are you, neighbour? Just the man I'm after. Isn't it Hell," he said. "I want to know. Come out here if you want to hear me talk. I'll talk to you, old woman, afterward. I've got some news that maybe isn't news. What are they trying to do to me, these two?" "Do go along with him and stop his shouting." She raised her voice against the closing door: "Who wants to hear your news, you--dreadful fool?" The Fear