"Lock the billiard-room windows and go to bed." But this was the last straw for Lizzie.

A picture of the two long, dark flights of stairs up which she had to pass to reach her bedchamber rose before her--and she spoke her mind.
"I am not going to bed!" she said wildly.

"I'm going to pack up tomorrow and leave this house." That such a threat would never be carried out while she lived made little difference to her--she was beyond the need of Truth's consolations.

"I asked you on my bended knees not to take this place two miles from a railroad," she went on heatedly.

"For mercy's sake, Miss Neily, let's go back to the city before it's too late!" Miss Cornelia was inflexible.
"I'm not going.