“I like being with him, like talking to him, cycling with him, motoring with him: what then? There’s no harm in it; and ... I love Aunt Constance too.”
“Marianne, I’ve warned you,” he said, sadly. “Be sensible.”
“Yes,” she answered. “But you be sensible also.”
“How do you mean?”
“Be sensible with Eduard! Control your temper, Henri! It can only make things worse, if you don’t control your temper.”
“I will control myself!” he promised, clenching his fists as he spoke.
“Henri....”
“I hate the bounder ... I could murder him, wring his neck.”
“Henri, be quiet, I hear Papa coming.”
“Promise me, Marianne, that you will be careful.”