Chapter 90

“But he may——You would understand—but Lance? Sometimes he’s so violent.” “Let Lance hear it—if it has to be.” She stood erect, with an air of breathlessness. “Have you told him?” “No.” “I’d rather——” “Just as you please.” “I’d rather he knew.” When Lance returned with the kettle Mary took it from him, and placing it on the fire, she seated herself on an old velvet tuffet at one end of the brass curb, leaving the sofa to the men. But Lance was still on his feet, with a “Let me sit on that thing,” while she—stretchin…