"Let's go abroad somewhere for Christmas--Nice, or Monte Carlo.

I am sure you want a change." "Well, it isn't exactly an enchanting neighbourhood," said Daphne, with pinched lips.
"I'm awfully sorry you don't like the people here," said Roger, perplexed.

"I dare say they're all stupids." "That wouldn't matter--if they behaved decently," said Daphne, flushing.
"I suppose that means--if I behaved decently!" cried Roger, turning upon her.
Daphne faced him, her head in air, her small foot beating the ground, in a trick it had.
"Well, I'm not likely to forget the Brendon ball, am I ?" Roger's look changed.
"I meant no harm, and you know I didn't," he said sulkily.
"Oh, no, you only made a laughing-stock of _me_!" Daphne turned on her heel.

Suddenly she felt herself roughly caught in Roger's arms.
"Daphne, what _is_ the matter?
Why can't we be happy together ?" "Ask yourself," she said, trying to extricate herself, and not succeeding.

"I don't like the people here, and they don't like me.