It was something else, something of which she was not definitely conscious: but she felt no such momentary thrill, no momentary, dazing surrender, as she had felt the night when Larry had similarly held her.
"Stop that, Barney!" she gasped.

"Let me go!" She struggled fiercely, and then tore herself free.
"What's wrong with you ?" panted Barney.

"You're mine, ain't you ?" "You leave me alone! I'm going to get out!" She had the door open, and was stepping out when he caught her sleeve.
But she pulled so determinedly that to have held her would have meant nothing better than ripping the sleeve out of her coat.

So he freed her and followed her across the sidewalk to the Duchess's door.
"What's the idea ?" he demanded, choking with fierce jealousy.

"It's not Larry, after all?
You're not going to let him make you go straight ?" She had recovered her poise, and she replied banteringly: "As I said, how can I tell what he's going to make me do ?" She heard him draw a deep, quivering breath between clenched teeth; but she could not see how his figure tensed and how his face twisted into a glower.
"Get this, Maggie: Larry Brainard is never going to be able to make you do anything.