"You’ll pay for all this!" she said. "I’ll be the mistress here, and if you don’t act as I please, out you’ll go! I’ll see that you’re kept in order. You won’t be able to fool Eddie when I’m here!"
He cursed her savagely.
"Go on!" she said, smiling. "I like it! I’m glad I’ve made you feel like this."
Vincent pulled himself up with a strong effort.
"Well," he said, "with all your melodramatic threats of revenge, you’ll never be able to do me much harm—not a hundredth part of the harm I’ve done you. You’re ruined, no good!"
"Bah!" she cried. "You and your talk about ruining me! Am I ruined? Do I look any worse? Am I worse in any way at all?"
"Yes!" he said. "You are, and you know it."
He gave her one bright, fierce, scornful look, and, vaulting over the piazza railing, walked off across the lawn.
Angelica sank back in her chair.
"Oh, Lord!" she murmured, with a sob. "That was so awful! Oh, I do wish I could go home now, without having to see him again—ever!"