"I never knew him to do anything like this before.

Is he angry, I wonder, because I danced with Garry the other night?
It WAS his dance, but I didn't think he would care.

He has always done everything to please me--until now." Perhaps the boy was about to slip the slight collar he had worn in her service--one buckled on by him willingly because--though she had not known it--he was a guest in the house.

Heretofore she said to herself Jack had been her willing slave, a feather in her cap--going everywhere with her; half the girls were convinced he was in love with her--a theory which she had encouraged.
What would they say now?
This prospect so disturbed the young woman that she again touched the button, and again Hortense glided in.
"Hortense, tell Parkins to let me know the moment Mr.John comes in--and get me my blue tea-gown; I sha'n't go out to-day." This done she sank back on her pillows.
She was a slight little body, this Corinne--blue-eyed, fair-haired, with a saucy face and upturned nose.

Jack thought when he first saw her that she looked like a wren with its tiny bill in the air--and Jack was not far out of the way.