"—disgracing yourself among younger and more innocent girls——"
"—with a Lovenant-Smith, anyway——"
Again the stamp. "I forbid you to mention his name!"
"Roy——"
"Leave the room!"
("Please, please!" besought Miss Harriet.)
"You will pack your boxes at once!"
"I shall consult Lord Moone's lawyer first. You accepted my fees—your college is an imposition from beginning to end, and I'll see that's known. That will be another scandal——"
"Ah!" choked Mrs. Lovenant-Smith, perhaps with some hazy recollection of the law of slander in her head. "You hear that, Miss Chesson? You hear that? You heard those words?"
"No, I didn't quite catch—ladies—please!"