"But I was not," said she, stamping her shoe.
His dander began to rise, as they say in the north; but he kept grip of politeness.
"If you were moved for a moment, Lady Pippinworth," he went on, in a slightly more determined voice,—"I am far from saying that it was so; but if——"
"But as I was not——" she said.
It was no use putting things prettily to her when she snapped you up in this way.
"You know you were," he said reproachfully.
"I assure you," said she, "I don't know what you are talking about, but apparently it is something dreadful; so perhaps one of us ought to go away."
As he did not take this hint, she opened a tattered Tauchnitz which was lying at her elbow. They are always lying at your elbow in a Swiss hotel, with the first pages missing.
Tommy watched her gloomily. "This is unworthy of you," he said.
"What is?"