“Why not?” he asked, holding it high above his head.
“Because I don’t want you to,” said Lily. “Put it down.”
“I want to see if there are any photographs of you when you were a kid.”
“Well, I don’t want you to see them,” Lily persisted.
In the middle of a struggle for possession of the album, Mrs. Haden and Doris came in, and Michael felt rather foolish.
“What a dreadfully noisy girl you are, Lily,” said Mrs. Haden. “And is this your friend Mr. Fane? How d’ye do?”
“I’m afraid it was my fault,” said Michael. “I was trying to bag the photograph album.”
“Oh, Lily hates anyone to see that picture of her,” Doris interposed. “She’s so conceited, and just because——”
“Shut up, you beast,” cried Lily.
“Her legs——”