She stands back from him—not trembling, but with a terrible wonder in her eyes.
"To Hescott—— There—go."
"You think——" says she.
"I think you what you are, a finished coquette." He almost pushes her from him.
Tita puts up her hands as if to warn him off.
"I am sorry I ever came here," says she at last. "I am sorry I ever married you. I shall never forgive this—never!"
"And I," says Rylton. "Have I nothing to forgive?"
"Nothing, nothing," passionately. "I came here to-night because I was lonely, and wanted to talk to somebody. I came here to show you my pretty new frock; and how have you received me? You have been _hateful _to me. And yet you wonder that I didn't think you my best friend! You are not a friend at all. You can't bear me! If I had gone to Tom, instead of you—to show him my frock—do you think he would have treated me like this? No, he——"
"Be silent!" says Sir Maurice. "How dare you talk to me like this!" A dark flush has risen to his brow, his nostrils are dilated. Is she mad—to say such things to him? "Go!" says he, pointing imperiously to the door.
"You have said that twice!" returns she in a low tone. A moment her eyes rest on his, in another moment she is gone.