This girl has money; and, of course, she will accept him if I can only induce him to ask her." "It is not altogether of course!" _"I_ think it is," says Lady Rylton obstinately.
Miss Knollys shrugs her shoulders.
All at once Mrs.Bethune turns from the window and advances towards Margaret.

There is a sudden fury in her eyes.
"What do you mean ?" says she, stopping short before Miss Knollys, and speaking with ill-suppressed rage.

"Who is _she_, that she should refuse him?
That little, contemptible child! That nobody! I tell you, she would not dare refuse him if she asked her! It would be too great an honour for her." She stops.

Her fingers tighten on her gown.

Then, as suddenly as it grew, her ungovernable fit of anger seems to die checked, killed by her own will.