“How comes that?”
“I loved thee first of all. I shall always love thee first. Boris played me false, I must pay him back. I must make him suffer. Those Ragnors––all of them––put on such airs! They make me sick.”
“What art thou after? What favour art thou seeking?”
“Thou knows how the girls will try to outdress each other at this Brodie affair–––”
“It is too late for a new dress––what is it thou wants now?”
“I want thee to go to the bank and get me my mother’s necklace to wear just this one night.”
“I will not. I gave thy dead mother a promise.”
“Break it, for a few hours. My Easter dress is not a dancing dress. I have no dancing dress but the pretty white silk thou gave me last Christmas––and I have no ornaments at all––none whatever, fit to wear with it.”
“There are always flowers–––”