"Dear Lady Pippinworth," replied Tommy, ardently, thinking that his generosity had touched her, "if anything I have said—--"
"It is not so much what you have said," she answered, and again she looked at the wrong part of him.
He gave way in the waist, and then drew himself up. "If so little a thing as that helps you—--" he began haughtily.
"Little!" she cried reproachfully.
He tried to go away. He turned. "There was a time," he thundered.
"It is over," said she.
"When you were at my feet," said Tommy.
"It is over," she said.
"It could come again!"
She laughed a contemptuous No.