"It's the horrible selfishness of the thing. Why didn't you send her away directly? Oh, no, you kept her, you made yourself pleasant, you made her think you liked her——"
"What?"
"You never thought of anything but yourself all the way through. You were lecturing her? Oh, no! You were posing and posturing. Being very fine and very heroic! And then at the end you turned round and—and as good as struck her in the face. Oh, I hope she'll never speak to you again!"
"Did she send you to say this?"
"Of course not."
"Yes, of course not! You're right there. If it had happened to be in any way your business——"
"Ah!" cried the Imp triumphantly. "You've no answer, so you turn round and abuse me! But I don't care. I meant to tell you what I thought of you, and I've done it."
"A post-card would have done it as well," Harry suggested.
"But you've gone too far, oh yes, you have. If you ever change your mind——"