"I never thought in the old days that you would capitulate to a bounder like that.

Why, you might have had that Bohemian prince if you'd wanted him." "I didn't want him!" She spoke with sudden vehemence, as if stung into speech.

"I'm not the sort of snob-woman who barters herself for a title!" "No ?" said Wentworth, looking at her curiously.

"But what did you barter yourself for, I wonder ?" She flinched, and dropped back into silence.
"Won't you tell me ?" he said.
"No." She spoke almost under her breath.

He relinquished the matter with the air of a man who has gained his point.