She was not particularly fond of opposition, and began to look annoyed. She thought Percy was beginning to sit on her a little too much.
“Well,” he said, “I shall not dine out with you and Madeline first: I don’t care to. But I’ll hire an electric motor for you at eleven, and it shall fetch you at twelve-thirty. If Madeline doesn’t want to come then, she can easily go back alone. It isn’t far for her.”
“Oh, she won’t want to stop any longer than that.”
“Oh, very well, we’ll leave it like that. I shall dine at the club.”
“It’s unkind of you. I believe you don’t want to see me start.”
“You’re quite right. I hate the idea of your appearing there in your lovely new dress. I suppose you want to wear it?”
“Oh, I don’t care in the least,” she answered, “if you’d rather not.”
“Oh, hang it! Wear what you like,” he answered rather crossly.
She did not see him again before she started, and, naturally, being a woman, she put on the new dress.