Besides, she really did not owe him any courtesy, after the way he had dared to treat her.
But he only laughed at her, and turned to the door.

"I shouldn't be so cocksure of that if I were you," he said, opening it with a flourish.

"I have a wonderful knack of getting what I want." She flung him the gauntlet of her contemptuous defiance as she passed him.

"Really ?" she said.
He took it up instantly, with disconcerting assurance.

"Yes, really," he said.
And to Olga all unbidden there came a sudden little tremor of shuddering remembrance as there flashed across her inner vision the spectacle of a green dragon-fly swooping upon a poor little fluttering scarlet moth..