She is too proper to be pleasant, in my opinion." Sir Charles, unable to trust himself further, frowned and left the room, Jane speeding him with a contemptuous laugh.
"Don't ever be such a fool as to get married," she said, when he was gone.

She looked up as she spoke, and was alarmed to see Agatha seated on the pianoforte, with her ankles swinging in the old school fashion.
"Jane," she said, surveying her hostess coolly, "do you know what I would do if I were Sir Charles ?" Jane did not know.
"I would get a big stick, beat you black and blue, and then lock you up on bread and water for a week." Jane half rose, red and angry.

"Wh--why ?" she said, relapsing upon the sofa.
"If I were a man, I would not, for mere chivalry's sake, let a woman treat me like a troublesome dog.

You want a sound thrashing." "I'd like to see anybody thrash me," said Jane, rising again and displaying her formidable person erect.

Then she burst into tears, and said, "I won't have such things said to me in my own house.