She said quietly: "I'm afraid you don't understand." "Yes," said Sheila, still very pale, "we understand quite well.

We understand that you are acting in what you believe to be the interests of morality.

All the same, won't you?
Do!" "I'm very sorry, but I can't." "May we ask why ?" Lady Malloring started, and transferred her glance to Derek.
"I don't know," she said with a smile, "that I am obliged to account for my actions to you two young people.

Besides, you must know why, quite well." Sheila put out her hand.
"Wilmet Gaunt will go to the bad if you turn them out." "I am afraid I think she has gone to the bad already, and I do not mean her to take others there with her.

I am sorry for poor Tryst, and I wish he could find some nice woman to marry; but what he proposes is impossible." The blood had flared up again in Sheila's cheeks; she was as red as the comb of a turkey-cock.
"Why shouldn't he marry his wife's sister?
It's legal, now, and you've no right to stop it." Lady Malloring bit her lips; she looked straight and hard at Sheila.
"I do not stop it; I have no means of stopping it.