"Eh! Oh, rot!" he replied.
"Why can't you leave me alone? You would if you knew how I hated you."
"Do you mean that?" he asked quietly.
"You shouldn't have spied on me."
"Don't be angry: at least not very. You wouldn't if you knew how I've longed to see you again, to find out what's become of you."
"You know now!" she exclaimed defiantly.
"And since I know, what is the use of your getting angry?"
"I hate meanness," cried Mavis.
"Eh!"
"Spying's meanness. It's hateful: hateful."