"It is the resource of the ignorant." Then, after the fashion of angry women, having said her say, she stalked away.

If there had been a door to bang, she would certainly have banged it.

However, she did what she could under the circumstances: she pushed a curtain roughly aside, and passed into the concert-room, where every night of the season's six months, a scratchy string orchestra entertained the Kurhaus guests.

She left the Disagreeable Man standing in the passage.
"Dear me," he said thoughtfully.

And he stroked his chin.