“It’s no use your being so high-handed with me. I’ll bring anyone I see fit. I consider my judgment—”
“Then I shall take Andrée away.”
“Going to leave me? I’ve heard that before!”
She was quite white with anger.
“When it’s a question of Andrée—” she began.
“There it is again—your cursed, unfair, unwomanly favouritism. What’s the matter with MacGregor? Not good enough for your princess?”
“Then he’s spoken to you!” she cried, in horror.
“Yes, he has, and very decently, too. I don’t see how she could do much better, if you ask me.”
“Gilbert! Are you mad? That old man—old enough to be her father!”
This touched a sore spot.