"No, not a word! Leave the room instantly--I will have no more of it! Do you hear me, Sylvia?
Do you hear me ?" She raised a menacing hand, but the fearless eyes never flinched.
"I think you must be mad," Sylvia said.
"Mad!" raved Mrs.Ingleton.

"Mad because I refuse to be dictated to by an impertinent girl?
Mad because I insist upon being mistress in my own house?
You--you little viper--how dare you stand there defying me?
Do you want to be turned out into the street ?" She had worked herself up into unreasoning rage again.

Sylvia saw that further argument would be worse than useless.

Very quietly, without another word, she turned, gathered up riding-whip and gloves, and went from the room.

She heard Mrs.Ingleton utter a fierce, malignant laugh as she went..