[...] Oh, I say, Bently, exclaimed his friend, you neednt talk about the girl that way! She cant help being so plain! Thats so. Its brutal of me, and Im sorry I said that. But she might at least be jolly, answered Phil. You wouldnt wantMore[...] Oh, I say, Bently, exclaimed his friend, you neednt talk about the girl that way!
She cant help being so plain! Thats so. Its brutal of me, and Im sorry I said that. But she might at least be jolly, answered Phil. You wouldnt want to take a girl that wasnt even- Alida did not hear the rest of the sentence.
The moment that she realised they were talking about her, she had begun to struggle into her coat in order to leave. Without looking into the mirror, -her eyes were too full of tears to see, even if she had done so, -she pinned on her hat and hurried out into the hall. The coupe had just drawn up at the curbstone, and with a curt order to the coachman to drive home as rapidly as possible, she sank down on the cushions, shrinking back from the carriage windows. [...].