"I think Bennett's losing her mind," she said.
"I think you are," said Eleanor. "What possible difference does it make?"
"You say that because you're crazy about this man. Perhaps if I were in love with him I'd lose all my sense of delicacy too; but as it is——"
Eleanor got up.
"I think I'll take my lack of delicacy home," she said. "Tell Morson to send for the motor, will you, Bobby? Good night Lydia. I've had a perfectly horrid evening."
"Good night," said Lydia with a fierce little beck of her head.
Bobby saw Eleanor to the car, and sat with her some time in the hall while it was being brought round.
"No one could blame you for being furious; but you're not angry at her, are you, Eleanor?" he said.
"Of course I'm angry!" answered Eleanor. "She's too impossible, Bobby. You can't keep on with people who let you in for this sort of thing. I could have had a perfectly pleasant evening at home—and to come out for a row like this!"
"She doesn't do it often."