She rises and goes to the window.

The emotion seems to have got into her shoulders.
"All which proves," goes on Lady Rylton, turning to Margaret, "that a marriage based on friendship, even between two young people, is often successful." "But surely in your case there was love on one side," says Miss Knollys, a little impatiently.

"My uncle----" "Oh, he _adored_ me!" cries she ecstatically, throwing up her pretty hands, her vanity so far overcoming her argument that she grows inconsistent.

"You know," with a little simper, "I was a belle in my day." "I have heard it," says Margaret hastily, who, indeed, has heard it _ad nauseam_.

"But with regard to this marriage, Tessie, I don't believe you will get Maurice to even think of it." "If I don't, then he is ruined!" Lady Rylton gets up from her chair, and takes a step or two towards Margaret.