Obviously she was making a tremendous effort to control her temper. At last she continued, You're a very rude young man, as well as a very foolish one. If I hadn't asked you here for a particular reason, I don't think I'd . . .
She stopped and he, in his impotent rage, was silent.
I repeat, Adora went on firmly, when Lasca's through, she's through. I know her like a book, in and out. She's as hard as steel.
Don't you dare say a word against her!
I won't even mention her name again if you don't. After all, you spoke of her first. What I want to talk about is Mary.
So she's been blabbing!
See here, young man, if you jump at conclusions like that, it's no wonder you commit impulsive acts that no one in his right senses would be capable of. No, Mary hasn't been blabbing, but it's plain to be seen that she thinks of nothing but you. She loves you, that's the simple fact. You certainly don't deserve it. Nevertheless she loves you and nobody else.
She'll get over it, he countered bitterly.
Unfortunately for her, she will not, Adora retorted sternly. It's either you or nobody.
She puts on airs. She thinks she's too good for me. He was whining now.
You mean you think you're too good for her. Why, you're not worth her little finger-nail.
