"If Mary wasn't so tiresome and silly those sort of things wouldn't happen.

She _makes_ me----" Mrs.Kitson's horror deprived her of all speech, so Sarah, after one more glance of amused cynicism about the room, retired.
As she crossed the Square she knew, with happy relief, that she was free of Mary, that she need never bother about her again.

Would _all_ the people whom she compelled to obey her hang round her with all their stupidities afterwards?
If so, life was not going to be so entertaining as she had hoped.

In her dark little brain already was the perception of the trouble that good and stupid souls can cause to bold and reckless ones.

She would never bother with any one so feeble as Mary again, but, unless she did, how was she ever to have any fun again?
Then as she climbed the stairs to her room, she was aware of something else.
"I've caught you, after all.