"He had the cheek to tell me I was home very early, as if he was the lord of the house!"
"Aren't you home early?"
"It is no business of his, the interfering old devil!"
Christina eyed her critically. "You came home in a bad temper," she said. "I suppose giving up Ronnie has got on your nerves."
"I haven't given him up!" Evie snapped, "only he's busy tonight."
Christina chewed a toffee ball reflectively. "That man is certainly industrious," she said. "They will have to bring out new papers to print all he writes. Does he find time to eat?"
Evie lifted her nose scornfully. "What did you say to my Ambrose?"
"I told you."
"You said that you gave him a piece of your mind—that doesn't mean anything to me. Did you call him a murderer?"
"Of course I didn't—I hope I'm a lady."