"That's kind of him!" She stood up, flaming with rebellion. "You can do as you please; but I mean to go to Paris."
"My mother is not going. I didn't intend to open our apartment."
"I understand. But I shall open it—that's all!"
He had risen too, and she saw his face whiten. "I prefer that you shouldn't go without me."
"Then I shall go and stay at the Nouveau Luxe with my American friends."
"That never!"
"Why not?"
"I consider it unsuitable."
"Your considering it so doesn't prove it."
They stood facing each other, quivering with an equal anger; then he controlled himself and said in a more conciliatory tone: "You never seem to see that there are necessities—"