Her hands were clasped tightly about her knee.

Her face was pale, and the red-brown eyes glittered a little, but she betrayed no other signs of emotion, "I quite understand," she said after a moment.

"But that doesn't solve the present difficulty, does it?
I cannot possibly call you by a name that is sacred to someone else." She spoke very quietly, but there was indomitable resolution in her very calm--a resolution that exasperated Mrs.Ingleton almost beyond endurance.
She arose with a sweeping gesture.

"Oh, very well then," she said.
"You shall call me Madam!" Sylvia looked up at her.

"I think that is quite a good idea," she said in a tone that somehow stung her hearer, unbearably.