Connie sprang up in bed.
"Nora, really, the way you talk of other people's friends.

You should learn--indeed, you should--not to say rude and provoking things!" "Why should it provoke you?
I'm certain you don't care for him--you can't!" cried Nora.

"He's the most hectoring, overbearing creature! The way he took possession of you the other day at the boats! Of course he didn't care, if he made everybody talk about you!" Constance turned a little white.
"Why should anybody talk ?" she said coldly.

"But really, Nora, I must turn you out.

I shall ring for Annette." She raised herself in bed.
"No, no!" Nora caught her hand as it stretched out towards the bell.
"Oh, Connie, you shall not fall in love with Mr.Falloden! I should go mad if you did." "You are mad already," said Constance, half laughing, half furious.