"This wrapper cost me four guineas, and came from Paris.

That shows how much you know about it." "From Paris, did it ?" Mr.Bullsom retorted, fiercely.

"Then up-stairs you go and take it off.

You girls have had your own way too much, and I'm about tired of it." "I shall change it--after breakfast," Selina said, doubtfully.
Mr.Bullsom threw open the door.
"Up-stairs," he repeated, "and throw it into the rag-bag." Selina hesitated.

Then she rose, and with scarlet cheeks and a poor show of dignity, left the room.