He merely sits and scowls at me.

Then I show him our manuscripts.

At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I've no business to call myself a middle-class woman.

So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, 'Go to the Devil!' That's the sort of behavior my mother complains of.

I want to know, what does it mean ?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge.
"It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement.
"It's time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed.
"Would your mother object to my being seen with you?
No one could possibly recognize us, could they ?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude.
Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter.
"You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable.