You're rich, of course--everybody's nice to you--" She paused.

Diana, struck dumb, could find, for the moment, nothing to say.

The red named in Fanny's cheeks, and she turned away with a flounce.
"Oh, well, you'd better say it at once--you're ashamed of me! I haven't had your blessed advantages! Do you think I don't know that!" In the girl's heightened voice and frowning brow there was a touch of fury, of goaded pride, that touched Diana with a sudden remorse.

She ran toward her cousin--appealing: "I'm _very_ sorry, Fanny.

I--I don't like to leave you--but they are my great friends--and Lady Lucy, though she's very kind, is very old-fashioned.