dough from her hands on to her apron as she went. A suspicion
of her purpose flashed through her husband's mind.

"What would you do?" he inquired nervously.

"Tell the gentleman what has taken place."

"Nay," he cried, resolutely barring her way. "Nay. That you
shall not. Would you - would you ruin me?"

She gave him a look of contempt, and dodging his grasp she
gained the door and was half-way down the passage towards the
common room before he had overtaken her and caught her round
the middle.

"Are you mad, woman?" he shouted. "Will you undo me?"

"Do you undo me," she bade him, snatching at his hands. But he
clutched with the tightness of despair.

"You shall not go," he swore. "Come back and leave the
gentleman to make the discovery for himself. I dare swear it
will not afflict him overmuch. He has abandoned her sorely
since they came; not a doubt of it but that he is weary of her.
At least he need not know I lent her horses. Let him think she
fled a-foot, when he discovers her departure."

"I will go," she answered stubbornly, dragging him with her a
yard or two nearer the door. "The gentleman shall be warned.
Is a woman to run away from her husband in my house, and the