"You must be thankful to be rid of me after the way I've sacrificed you to my vanity."
"You'll outgrow your vanity."
"Perhaps Jack still wants me in spite of the way I've behaved to him."
"Perhaps so. I shan't be here to see."
The taxi turned into Berkeley Street, and Eric held out his hand.
"Good-bye, Barbara," he said.
"Won't you come in for a moment?"
"No, thank you."
"Eric, you must! There's something I want to say to you! Eric, I beg you to come in."
He opened the door without answering and stood on the kerb, ready to help her out. She delayed so long that the driver turned curiously round.