"How do you know that?"
"Mrs. Walker told me. And very glad she is I can tell you. Mrs. Walker is an old friend of my uncle's and has known me for years. She wants George to marry me. She told me so only a few days ago."
"As if it mattered what she said," retorted Lesbia contemptuously.
"She is George's mother."
"No one denies that."
"And as he is her son, he should obey her."
"Even when she wants him to marry a woman he cares nothing for."
"George does care for me," cried Maud, a deep flush overspreading her face even to the roots of her sandy hair. "I admit that when he was engaged to you, he would not look at me. But now that you have thrown him over so cruelly, he has turned to me for consolation."
"I don't believe it," said Lesbia quickly.
"You must, you shall," snapped Miss Ellis very much in earnest. "Look here, this sort of thing won't do."