And I told her that if she got herself into any mess she mustn't come to me." Lord Coombe regarded her in silence for a moment or so.

It was one of the looks which always made her furious in her small way.
"Good morning," he said and turned his back and walked out of the room.
Almost immediately after he had descended the stairs she heard the front door close after him.
It was the kind of thing which made her feel her utter helplessness against him and which enraged all the little cat in her being.

She actually ground her small teeth.
"I was quite right," she said.

"It's her affair to take care of herself.
Would he want her to come to _him_ in any silly fix?
I should like to see her try it.".