I shall warn you.

I shall tell him how I disapprove of you, and he----" "He will do nothing," interrupts Tita.

She stands up, and looks at the older woman as if defying her.

Her small face is all alight, her eyes are burning.
"I dare say not, after all," says Lady Rylton, with a cruel smile.
"He knew what he was about when he made that arrangement.

It leaves him delightfully free to renew his love-affair with Marian Bethune." "If he desires such freedom it is his." Tita gathers up her fan, and the long sude gloves lying on the chair near her, and walks towards the door.
"Stay, Tita!" cries Lady Rylton hurriedly.