Some women like that kind of man: but his complexion wears off.

In the end he grows nasty, and from the first he is disgustingly underbred." "Hetty!" "I cannot help it, mother.

Had I been Michal, and Saul's daughter, and had seen that man capering before the ark, I should have scorned him as she did." And Hetty stood up and strode away into the darkness.
In the darkness, almost an hour later, Molly found her by the edge of a dyke.

She had a handkerchief twisted between her fingers, and kept wringing it as she paced to and fro.

Why had she given way to passion?
Why, on this night of all nights, had she saddened her mother?
And why by an outburst against David, of all people in the world?
She could not tell.