Oh! I know you've given us money--or you say you will. If I
knew which side my bread was buttered, I suppose I should hold my
tongue.--But when you treat me like the dirt under your feet--when you
tell everything to that woman Mrs. Colwood, who's no relation, and
nothing in the world to you--and leave me kicking my heels all alone,
because I'm not the kind you want, and you wish to goodness I'd never
come--when you show as plain as you can that I'm a common creature--not
fit to pick up your gloves!--I tell you I just won't stand it. No one
would--who knew what I know!"
The last words were flung in Diana's teeth with all the force that
wounded pride and envious wrath could give them. Diana tottered a
little. Her hand clung to the dressing-table behind her.
"What do you know?" she said. "Tell me at once--what you mean."
Fanny contemptuously shook her head. She walked to the door, and before
Diana could stop her, she had rushed across to her own room and locked
herself in.
There she walked up and down panting. She hardly understood her own
rage, and she was quite conscious that, for her own interests, she had
acted during the whole afternoon like a fool.
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