"'Tis that odious Mr. Bettison!" sobbed Diana "He—he had the audacity to ask me to m-marry him!"
"You don't say so, my love! I thought I heard him arrive. So you sent him about his business?"
"N-not before he had time to insult m-me!"
"Insult you? Di!"
"He—he dared to insinuate—oh no! he accused me outright—of being infatuated by Mr. Carr! Infatuated!"
Over her head Miss Betty opened her eyes at her own reflection in the glass.
"The brute! But, of course, 'tis true?"
No answer.
"Is it not?"
The sobs came faster.