"They force me to things," she said in a low voice, but in a tone full of feeling. "They tell me I must do this or do that, or else I can't be one of them, I can't rank with them, I can't, I suppose, marry Lord Fillingford! Well, I yield where I must, but sometimes I get my own way all the same. Let them look out for that! Yes, I get my own way in the end, Austin."
"No doubt—not that I know what is your way in this particular matter."
Her little outbreak of anger passed as quickly as it had come. She shrugged her shoulders with a woeful smile.
"My own way! So one talks. What is one's way? The way one would choose? No—it's generally the way one has to tread. It's in that sense that I shall get my own way."
"You'll try for it in the other sense, though, I fancy."
"Yes, perhaps I shall—and I shan't try less because Lord Fillingford and the Aspenicks either scold or pet me."
"Well, but it's hardly reasonable to expect to have things both ways, is it?"
She came to me, laughing, and took hold of my hands: "But if I choose to have them both ways, sir?" she asked.
"Then, of course," said I, "the case is different."
"I will have them both ways," said Jenny.