It is unworthy of you.

Give it up." Falloden laughed with good humour.
"I assure you it does him a world of good!" She argued hotly; astonished, in her young inexperience, that his will could so soon reassert itself against hers; sharply offended, indeed, that after she had given him the boon of this rendezvous, he could hesitate for a moment as to the boon she asked in return--had humbled herself to ask.

For had she not often vowed to herself that she would never, never ask the smallest favour of him; while on her side a diet of refusals and rebuffs was the only means to keep him in check?
But that diet was now gaily administered to herself.
Falloden argued with energy that a man who has never been to a public school has got to be "disciplined" at the university; that Otto Radowitz, being an artist, was specially in need of discipline; that no harm had been done him, or would be done him.

But he must be made to understand that certain liberties and impertinences would not be tolerated by the older men.
"He never means them!" cried Constance.

"He doesn't understand.