She tossed it high in the air and caught it.

"Once!" she said--and tossed it up again.
"Twice!"-- and she tossed it higher.

"Thrice--" Before she could catch it for the third time, Norah seized her passionately by the arm, and the parasol dropped to the ground between them.
"You are treating me heartlessly," she said.

"For shame, Magdalen--for shame!" The irrepressible outburst of a reserved nature, forced into open self-assertion in its own despite, is of all moral forces the hardest to resist.

Magdalen was startled into silence.