Florence's hand flew up in a fit of rage, and the entire platter of pastries crashed onto Serena's face.
The delicate treats tumbled down her collar, onto her lap, and scattered across the floor.
Gritting her teeth, Florence demanded, "I'm asking you one last time, are you moving out today or not?"
"Mrs. Cooper, you've got a heart condition; don't work yourself up. If you don't want me living here, I'll move out." Serena responded with feigned concern, "But to leave Martin - that I simply cannot do. Even if you sent me to a countryside cottage, cut off from transport, living on bread and water, with no one to wait on me. I'd accept it all; just let me be with Martin."
Florence was fuming, "Fine, you won't leave? Someone, throw her out!!"
The two housemaids were too terrified to show themselves.
