"Yes," snapped Marguerite in reply to the newly arrived Mr. Alexander. "And you're an idiot, and he's a priest, which was apparently a mystery until just now." She felt like tearing her hair. These people were ridiculous. At the same time, however, she was somewhat pleased. At least she wasn't the only one with a space reserved for Bedlam.
But what was this? The boy of a sudden had an abhorrence of the priest? If she recalled correctly, the two had been thick as thieves before. But she was too disgusted with the situation to extend the thought beyond that.