Well, I won't have her ruin me." Mrs.Fenton worked her fury to such a height that she could no longer contain herself, and seizing her daughter's shoulder she shook her violently.

The girl's tired eyelids slowly lifted and she looked vaguely into the angry face bending over her.
"Tell me what all this means, you jade.

What have you been up to?
How is it you're in such a state?
Who's been making a fool of you?
Who's this Dorrimore?
Are you married to him or not ?" The good lady might have spared herself the trouble of pouring out this torrent of questions.

The last was really the only one that mattered.
"Married?
No, I'm not," said Lavinia drowsily.

"Don't bother me, mother.
Let me sleep.