"I'm very glad that he's going, at all events," said Fanny, without heeding his remark. "I'm not fond of him any more."
"I hope you never were—fond of him."
"Oh yes, I was—but I'm thankful to say that it's over. Of all the ineffable cads! I could have killed him to-day!"
"By the bye," said Lawrence, "when he was mounting you—didn't you do that on purpose?"
"Of course. And then I called him awkward. It was so nice! It did me good."
"Pure spite, I suppose. You couldn't have had any particular reason for doing it, could you?"
"Oh dear, no! What reason could I have? It wasn't his fault that the mare ran away, though I told him it was."
"That's interesting," observed Lawrence. "Do you often do things out of pure spite?"
"Constantly—without any reason at all!" Fanny laughed.
"Perhaps you'll marry out of spite, some day," said Lawrence, calmly. "Women often do, they say, though I never could understand why."
