"Stop there! Use as many bad words as you like, Essec Powell, but if you dare to touch her with a finger, I'll show you who is the real master here." "She is a deceitful creature, and has brought shame and dishonour on my name!" stammered the old man.

"Am I, a minister of religion, any longer to harbour in my house such a huzzy?
_No_; out you go, madam! Not another night under my roof!" "Will you send her out at this late hour ?" said Shoni.

"Where is she to go ?" "I don't care where she goes! She has plenty of money--money that ought to belong to me.

Let her go where she likes, and let her reap the harvest that her conduct deserves.

Remember, when I come back from chapel to-night I will expect the house to be cleared of you." Valmai rose wearily from the table, and went up the stairs to her own room, where she hastily gathered a few things together into a light basket, her heavier things she had packed some time before in readiness for some such sudden departure as this.
Meanwhile, in the parlour below the sturdy Shoni faced his irate master.
"Man," he said, "are you not ashamed of yourself ?" "How dare you speak to me in that tone ?" said the old man.