“I shall not go, for one,” said Zoe, resolutely.
“La!” said Fanny, looking carefully away from her to Harrington; “and she was the one that insisted.”
Zoe ignored the speaker and set her face stiffly toward Harrington. “She only said that to him.”
Fanny. “But, unfortunately, ears are not confined to the noble.”
Zoe. “Nor tongues to the discreet.”
Both these remarks were addressed pointedly to Harrington.
“Halloo!” said he, looking from one flaming girl to the other; “am I to be a shuttlecock, and your discreet tongues the battledoors? What is up?”
“We don't speak,” said the frank Zoe; “that is up.”
“Why, what is the row?”'
“No matter” (stiffly).