If you suppose that _I'm_ going to stay on here to bear the brunt of father's temper after he knows that I've made you throw up, you're entirely mistaken.' 'Then what do you propose ?' 'I don't know what I propose,' said Pamela, shaking from head to foot, 'but if you say a word to father about it I shall simply disappear.

I shall be able to earn my own living somehow.' The two confronted each other.
'And you really think I can go on after this as if nothing had happened ?' said Elizabeth, in a low voice.
Pangs of remorse were seizing on Pamela, but she stifled them.
'There's a way out!' she said presently, her colour coming and going.

'I'll go and stay with Margaret in town for a bit.

Why should there be any fuss?
She's asked me often to help with her war-workroom and the canteen.

Father won't mind.