I am going to walk home." She tossed her head.
"What a beastly temper you're in!" she remarked.

"I'm not particular about driving.

Do you want to walk alone ?" "Exactly!" he answered.

"I do!" She leaned back in the carriage with heightened colour.
"Well, there's one thing about me," she said acidly.

"I never go where I ain't wanted." Trent shrugged his shoulders and turned to the coachman.
"Drive home, Gregg," he said.