"I don't know. I never tried."
"Shall I try you? I think I see before me a person who likes to have her own way—and has it."
"You are wrong there," said Rotha. "If I had my own way, I should not be doing what I am doing; no indeed! I should be going to school."
"I did not mean that your will could get the better of all circumstances; only of the will of other people. How is that?"
"I suppose everybody likes to have his own way," said Rotha in defence.
"Probably; but not every one gets it. Then, when upon occasion your will is crossed, whether by persons or circumstances, you do not take it very patiently."
"Does anybody?"
"Some people. But on these occasions you are apt to shew your displeasure impatiently—sometimes violently."
"How do you know?" said Rotha wonderingly. "You cannot see that in my face now?"
And she began curiously to examine the face opposite to her, to see if it too had any disclosures to make. He smiled.