"I object to your extreme intimacy with your cousin." Tita drops the dress she has just taken from the wardrobe, and comes back once more into the full light of the lamp.

Her barer and slender arms are now hanging straight before her, her fingers interlaced; she looks up at him.
"With _Tom ?"_ "With Mr.Hescott." "I have known Tom all my life," defiantly.
"I don't care about that.

One may know people all one's life, and yet have very unpleasant things said about one." _ "Can_ one----" She stops suddenly, facing him, her eyes fixed on his; her lips part, her slight little frame quivers as if with eagerness.

It grows quite plain that there is something she desires passionately to say to him--something terrible-- but all at once she controls herself; she makes a little gesture with her right hand, as if throwing something from her, and goes on quickly, excitedly: "What do you mean?
Who has been talking about me ?" "I didn't say anyone had been talking about you." "Yes, you did! You hinted it, at all events.

Go on.