Norman glared at her. Then he burst forth again.
“You impudent hussy—you! Who put you up to it, jade? Who put you up to it?”
“Nobody,” said poor Faith.
“That’s a lie. Don’t lie to me! Who sent you here? It wasn’t your father—he hasn’t the smeddum of a flea—but he wouldn’t send you to do what he dassn’t do himself. I suppose it was some of them confounded old maids at the Glen, was it—was it, hey?”