"I can't wait, Louise. I'm busy."
"Miss Hartill, was it all right? Were you pleased? I tried furiously. Was it as you wanted it?"
"Oh, you played your own version." Clare caught her up sharply.
"But Miss Durand said—you said I was to."
"I expect it was all right," said Clare lightly. "I'm afraid I was too busy to attend much, even to your efforts, Louise." She smiled crookedly. "And now run along and change."
She pushed against the door, but Louise, beyond all control, caught back the handles.
"Miss Hartill—you shall listen. Are you always going to be angry? What have I done? Will you never be good to me again as you used to be?"
Clare's face grew stern.
"Louise, you are being very silly. Let me pass."
"Because I can't bear it. It's killing me. Couldn't you stop being angry?"