"Pho!" exclaimed Lady Betty and tearing up her unfinished letter, threw it on the floor and stamped on it.
"To MAJOR D'ARCY:
"SIR,
"Though unvirginal, unmaidenly, unwomanly, and lost to all sense of modesty and shame, I am yet not entirely removed from the lesser virtues and amongst them——"
"Pish!" cried Lady Betty, and rent this asunder also.
"MY DEAR MAJOR D'ARCY,
"By this time of course you are duly sorry and deeply ashamed, for the very many indelicate expressions you gave voice to concerning me. You have perchance passed a sleepless night and such is but your due considering the abandoned and shameful treatment you accorded me. But seeing you saved me from the brutal arms of——"
"Pshaw!" cried Lady Betty, and this letter shared the fate of its predecessors.
Her black brows frowned, her pink finger-tips were ink-stained, her cheeks glowed, her bosom heaved, her white teeth gnashed themselves, in a word, Lady Betty was in a temper.
"Aunt Belinda, I—hate you!"