“Doing?”
“Yes. You hate photographs. I’ve heard you say so.”
“Jimmy gave it to me on my birthday just before he left for England. It’s quite a good one.”
“You are going to keep it here?”
“Yes. I am going to keep it here. Come and sit down.”
He did not move.
“Jimmy loathes me,” he said.
“Nonsense.”
“He does. Through you he has come to loathe me, and you keep his photograph here——”
“I don’t allow any one to criticize what I do in my own drawing-room,” she interrupted. “You are really childish to-day.”