"Do as you like.

You said disagreeable things, and I felt hurt, and when I ask you to make amends in a reasonable way--" "Look here," cried Lashmar, standing before her with his hands in his pockets, "you know perfectly well--_perfectly well_--that, if I accept this offer, you'll think the worse of me." Iris started up.
"It isn't true! I shall think the worse of you if you go down to Lady Ogram's house, and act and speak as if you were independent.

What sort of face will you have when it comes at last to telling her the truth ?" Dyce seemed to find this a powerful argument.

He raised his brows, moved uneasily, and kept silence.
"I shall _not_ think one bit the worse of you," Iris pursued, impetuously.

"You make me out, after all, to be a silly, ordinary woman, and it's horribly unjust.