You are absurd!" "Oh, no--I know he's not like Herbert Pryce," said Nora, panting, but undaunted.

"There, that was disgusting of me!--don't remember that I ever said that, Connie!--I know Mr.Falloden needn't be a snob, because he's got everything that snobs want--and he's clever besides.

But it is snobbish all the same to be so proud and stand-off, to like to make other people feel small and miserable, just that you may feel big." "Go away!" said Constance, and taking up one of her pillows, she threw it neatly at Nora, who dodged it with equal skill.

Nora retreated to the other side of the door, then quickly put her head through again.
"Connie!--don't!" "Go away!" repeated Connie, smiling, but determined.
Nora looked at her appealingly, then shut her lips firmly, turned and went away.

Connie spent a few minutes in meditation.