most murdered Lasca at the Charity Ball. You must know that.
I knew she was jealous.
She loves you, you ape. Anyway, she doesn't want to murder Lasca any longer. All she wants is to have you back. She can't work. She can't sleep. She can't even cry any more. Now, you just chase around and cheer her up.
No! Byron's face was hard.
What!
I won't.
You're not going back to that cheap brown-skin again, are you?
I'm going back to Lasca.
Well, she won't let you in.
I don't believe you.
She's through. Remember I know Lasca. I tell you she's through.
I'm going back, Byron shouted. Nobody can stop me.
For all I care you can go to hell, Adora cried. It would be better for Mary if you do.
I'm going back, he repeated doggedly.
Wait a minute. Olive was speaking. Byron, sitting with his back towards the doorway, had not observed her entrance.
I heard what you said just now, Byron, she went on, and I want to talk to you.
It's no good, Ollie.
No good! Olive's tone was scornful. I won-
