But before that I'd had a terrible row with Cissy.

That isn't a nice expression, I know, but it really was one of our worst quarrels.

Mr.
Bowling hasn't been near since I left, and Cissy is furious.

She said such things that I had to tell her very plainly what I thought of her; and she positively foamed at the mouth! "Now look here," she said, "if I find out that he goes to Sutton, you'll see what will happen." "_What_ will happen ?" I asked.

"Father will stop your allowance, and you'll have to get on as best you can." "Oh, very well," I said, "in that case I shall marry Mr.Bowling." You should have seen her rage! "You said you wouldn't marry him if he had ten thousand a year!" she screamed.