They get drunk sometimes when Bland's away.

She's got a terrible temper.

She's vain.
She likes flattery.

Oh, you could fool her easy enough if you'd lower yourself to--to--" "To make love to her ?" interrupted Duane.
Jennie bravely turned shamed eyes to meet his.
"My girl, I'd do worse than that to get you away from here," he said, bluntly.
"But--Duane," she faltered, and again she put out the appealing hand.
"Bland will kill you." Duane made no reply to this.

He was trying to still a rising strange tumult in his breast.