They are threatening to go without me--good-bye! "Ever your affectionate "Agatha." Henrietta looked round for something sharp.

She grasped a pair of scissors greedily and stabbed the air with them.

Then she became conscious of her murderous impulse, and she shuddered at it; but in a moment more her jealousy swept back upon her.

She cried, as if suffocating, "I don't care; I should like to kill her!" But she did not take up the scissors again.
At last she rang the bell violently and asked for a railway guide.

On being told that there was not one in the house, she scolded her maid so unreasonably that the girl said pertly that if she were to be spoken to like that she should wish to leave when her month was up.