"Then you'd better say nothing."
"Surely you're not jealous—of a—a—child?"
"No. I don't think it's JEALOUSY," said Ethel slowly.
"Then what is it?" he asked eagerly.
She looked scornfully at him:
"Disgust!" She shrugged her shoulders contemptuously as he tried in vain to find something to say. Then she went on:
"Now I understand why the SCULLERY is sometimes the rival of the DRAWING-ROOM. The love of change!"
He turned away from her. He was hurt. Cut to the quick.
"This is not worthy of you!" was all he said.
"That is what rankles," replied Ethel. "It isn't. YOU'RE not."