"That's my business," flashed out Kitty haughtily. "And now you are here, I wish to speak with you. Meg, my treasure, run out and say mumsey won't be long."
"Mumsey's going to be cross with you now," said Meg consolingly to Fenton, and then ran out laughing, the man looking angrily after her.
Left alone, Kitty sat down near Fenton and began to talk.
"I asked you for five hundred," she said coldly.
"Yes--and I refused," sulkily.
"So I saw by your letter. What is your reason?"
"That's my business."
"Mine also. Why did you refuse?" she reiterated.
"I'm sick of your extravagance."
Caprice laughed in a sneering way that brought the blush to his cheek.