Now Tommy shrank away, startled by the look on Lady Bridget's face and the forbidding gesture with which she warned him off.
'Go away! ...

Go away! ...' she cried.

'I don't want you.' Tommy's common, freckled little face crumpled up and his blue eyes filled with tears.

He dropped the cabbage leaf and the cherished Brazilian cherries and ran down the steps again, blubbering piteously.
Lady Bridget got up as soon as the child had clicked the garden gate behind him.

She was ashamed of the spasm of revulsion that had seized her.