"
The two women, looking at each other, like beasts about to spring,
hardly gave a glance to him. He leaned against the door-post. He
said again:
"Nancy, I forbid you to talk about these things. I am the master of
this house." And, at the sound of his voice, heavy, male, coming
from a deep chest, in the night with the blackness behind him,
Nancy felt as if her spirit bowed before him, with folded hands.
She felt that she would go to India, and that she desired never
again to talk of these things.
Leonora said:
"You see that it is your duty to belong to him. He must not be
allowed to go on drinking."
Nancy did not answer. Edward was gone; they heard him slipping
and shambling on the polished oak of the stairs. Nancy screamed
when there came the sound of a heavy fall. Leonora said again:
"You see!"
The sounds went on from the hall below; the light of the candle
Edward held flickered up between the hand rails of the gallery.
Then they heard his voice:
"Give me Glasgow . . . Glasgow, in Scotland . . I want the number
of a man called White, of Simrock Park, Glasgow . . . Edward
White, Simrock Park, Glasgow . . . ten minutes . . . at this time of
night .
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