"Well, good-bye, I think you will be sorry some day for refusing my friendship. I suppose you will not come down this evening; so this is a final leave-taking."
She turned as if to go, then stopped. Her anger at Amy's refusal got the mastery over her wise resolutions, and her eyes flashed fire as she said,
"There can be no middle course, Miss Neville; if you will not have me as a friend, I can be a bitter enemy."
"I know it," replied Amy, "and cannot help it."
"Very well, then, I bid you beware! We shall see which is defeated. You or I. I will be relentless."
And she passed out.
"Why do you look so sad, Miss Neville?" said little Fanny, creeping up close to her, "I am glad you don't like her, because I know she can't bear you."
"I don't know, Fanny. She says she does, or rather did."
"But that's a story. Only see her eyes when she went away!"