Still, it was very seldom that Miss Barrington made a blunder.

There was a faint pinkness in her face when she concluded, but she was not surprised when, with a slow, sinuous movement, the girl rose to her feet.

Her cheeks were very slightly flushed, but there was a significant sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh," she said, with utter contempt.

"How sickening! Are there men like that ?" There was a little silence, emphasized by the snapping in the stove, and if Miss Barrington had spoken with an object she should have been contented.

The girl was imperious in her anger, which was caused by something deeper than startled prudery.
"It is," said the little white-haired lady, "all quite true.