I have given him good cause.

Promise--at least--that you will not dance with Radowitz again.
You don't know what I suffered last night.

He has the antics of a monkey!" Whereupon the quarrel between them had broken like thunder, Constance denouncing the arrogance and unkindness that could ask such promises of her; Falloden steadily, and with increasing bitterness, pressing his demand.
And so to the last scene between them, at the gate.
Was it a breach ?--or would it all be made up that very night at the Magdalen ball?
No!--it was and should be a breach! Constance fought back her tears, and rode proudly home.
* * * * * "What are you going to wear to-night ?" said Nora, putting her head in at Constance's door.

Constance was lying down by Annette's strict command, in preparation for her second ball, which was being given by Magdalen, where the college was reported to have surpassed itself in the lavishness of all the preparations made for lighting up its beautiful walks and quadrangles.
Constance pointed languidly to the sofa, where a creation in white silk and tulle, just arrived from London, had been laid out by the reverential hands of Annette.
"Why on earth does one go to balls ?" said Constance, gloomily pressing both hands upon a pair of aching temples.
Nora shut the door behind her, and came to the side of the bed.
"It's time to dress," she said firmly.

"Alice says you had a _succes fou_ last night." "Go away, and don't talk nonsense!" Constance turned on her side, and shut her eyes.
"Oh, Alice hadn't a bad time either!" said Nora, complacently, sitting on the bed.