She strolled across the room to where her friends were sitting in a circle, laughing and talking.

Her father, who had just come in and joined them, gripped her by the arm as she sat down.
"What does it mean ?" he demanded, with shaking voice.

"Did you see that he was there with Pritchard--your young man--that wretched estate agent's clerk?
I tell you that Pritchard was pumping him for all he was worth." "My dear father," she whispered, coldly, "don't be melodramatic.

You give yourself away the whole time.

Go to bed if you can't behave like a man." The lights had been turned low, there was no one else in the room.