I hate the idea of doing it!" "The form won't care twopence whether I go or stay away, and as they've chosen you to write the report you'll have to write it or it'll be left undone," retorted Ingred perversely.
Bess, looking decidedly hurt, turned away.

Her little efforts at friendship with Ingred were invariably met in this most ungracious fashion.

She could not understand why her kindly-meant advances should always be so systematically repulsed.

Ingred, on her part, stalked off with the mean feeling of one who at bottom knows she is in the wrong, but won't acknowledge it even to herself.

Under the sub-current of indignation she realized that she would have liked Bess immensely if only the latter had not taken up her residence at Rotherwood.