He had looked to make himself completely disagreeable at his ease, certainly without any such assault on his feelings as this.

He shuffled his feet and said hurriedly: "It's no good crying about it.

It can't be helped, you know." Pollyooly's quick ear caught the change in his tone.

She sobbed more loudly: "Oh, yes--it can--you could do it--if you wanted to!" "These things have to be done in the proper way," protested the duke.
"It isn't that.

You--you--don't like Millie!" sobbed Pollyooly, watching the weakening face of the perturbed nobleman with an intent eye over the top of her handkerchief.