"However--" "Well, what is it?
Say it." "You ought not to go there so often as you do." "Why ?" His eyes were full of insolence.
"Good-by.

Drive home," she said to the coachman, in a tone intentionally loud enough for her friend to hear.
Ferdy Wickersham strolled on down the street, and a few minutes later was leaning in at the door of Mrs.Wentworth's carriage, talking very earnestly to the lady inside.
Mr.Wickersham's attentions to Louise Wentworth had begun to be the talk of the town.

Young Mrs.Wentworth was not a person to allow herself to be shelved.

She did not propose that the older lady who bore that name should be known by it.

She declared she would play second fiddle to no one.