The older woman looked at her in astonishment and spoke with a deliberate sneer:
"As you like. Remember, then, from this moment that you are a servant under my command. I am no longer your foster-mother. Leave this room instantly, take your things to the domestic servants' quarters, and report to the head-woman for duty in the corridors of this wing of the building."
"And you think I'll submit to this?" Barbara gasped.
Catherine rang the bell, and Barbara gazed at her with a look of mingled terror and rage. A sudden light flashed in her brown eyes.
"You mean this?"
"I'll show you in a moment," was the calm reply.
"Then it's war between us," Barbara cried.
She sprang to the door and Catherine caught her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"To Herman."