I shall hear of this from my Aunt Jessica.
I walked stonily away with Carlotta.
"You are cross with me," she whimpered.
"Yes, I am.

You might have killed the poor little beast.

It was very wicked and cruel of you." Carlotta burst out crying in the midst of the promenade.
The tears did not romantically come into her eyes as they had done an hour before; but she wept copiously, after the unrestrained manner of children, and used her pocket-handkerchief.

From their seats women put up their lorgnons to look at her, passers-by turned round and stared.
The whole of the gaily dressed throng seemed to be one amused gaze.

In' a moment or two I became conscious that reprehensory glances were being directed towards myself, calling me, as plain as eyes could call, an ill-conditioned brute, for making the poor young creature, who was at my mercy, thus break down in public.