Then Ursula March stretched out her friendly hand.

John took it, and grew calm in a moment.
There arose a murmur of "Mr.Brithwood is going." "Let him go!" Miss March cried, anger still glowing in her eyes.
"Not so--it is not right.

I will speak to him.

May I ?" John softly unclosed her detaining hand, and went up to Mr.Brithwood.

"Sir, there is no need for you to leave this house--I am leaving it.