The aggressive tone was too much
for my endurance. In an instant I found myself out of the dance and down
on all-fours so to speak, with liberty to bark and bite.
"The devil she has," I cried. "Has chosen to . . . Like this, all at
once, anyhow, regardless . . . I've had the privilege of meeting that
reckless and brusque young lady and I must say that with her air of an
angry victim . . . "
"Precisely," Mrs. Fyne said very unexpectedly like a steel trap going
off. I stared at her. How provoking she was! So I went on to finish my
tirade. "She struck me at first sight as the most inconsiderate wrong-
headed girl that I ever . . . "
"Why should a girl be more considerate than anyone else? More than any
man, for instance?" inquired Mrs. Fyne with a still greater assertion of
responsibility in her bearing.
Of course I exclaimed at this, not very loudly it is true, but forcibly.
Were then the feelings of friends, relations and even of strangers to be
disregarded? I asked Mrs. Fyne if she did not think it was a sort of
duty to show elementary consideration not only for the natural feelings
but even for the prejudices of one's fellow-creatures.
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