Maggie swung round in her chair to pick up her bracelets, which had slipped from her knees to the floor.
"You exaggerate things," she said quietly.

"I see no reason to suppose that Paul is unhappy.

It is because you have taken this unreasoning dislike to her." She took a long time to collect three bracelets.

Then she rose and placed them on the dressing-table.
"Do you want me to go ?" asked Catrina, in her blunt way.
"No," answered Maggie, civilly enough; but she extracted a couple of hair-pins rather obviously.
Catrina heeded the voice and not the action.
"You English are all alike," she said.

"You hold one at arm's length.