“I said that she resembled you, which is quite a different thing.”
“Well, go on.”
“She is quite your equal at repartee. She has quite your number of admirers, though they may not be of the same social position, and she treats them with precisely the same disdain.”
“I hate her,” said Gwendoline pettishly.
“That is exactly what she said about you.”
Gwen sprang up. “Oh, she did, did she!” she exclaimed, “and pray why!”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. Don’t try and back out of it now, after telling me that much. What have you been saying to her about me!”
“I haven’t been saying anything.”
Gwen clenched her hand and bit her teeth together.