It was boyish that his eyes filled with tears.

He knew it, and that made him more angry than ever.

Stephen might well have been at a loss to understand his anger, as, with manifest intention to wound, he answered her: 'What a girl you are, Stephen.

You are always doing something or other to put a chap in the wrong and make him ridiculous.

I thought you were joking--not a good joke either! Upon my soul, I don't know what I've done that you should fix on me! I wish to goodness--' If Stephen had suffered the red terror before, she suffered the white terror now.