That's _my_ affair.

But, about this concert,"-- she leans towards him, resting her hand on the edge of the carriage.

"Do you think one should go _nowhere_ when wearing black ?" "I think one should do just as one feels," says the professor nervously.
"I wonder if one should _say_ just what one feels," says she.

She draws back haughtily, then wrath gets the better of dignity, and she breaks out again.

"What a _horrid_ answer! _You_ are unfeeling if you like!" "_I_ am ?" "Yes, yes! You would deny me this small gratification, you would lock me up forever with Aunt Jane, you would debar me from everything! Oh!" her lips trembling, "how I wish--I _wish_--guardians had never been invented." The professor almost begins to wish the same.