d, you should--not to say rude and provoking things!"

"Why should it provoke you? I'm certain you don't care for him--you
can't!" cried Nora. "He's the most hectoring, overbearing creature! The
way he took possession of you the other day at the boats! Of course he
didn't care, if he made everybody talk about you!"

Constance turned a little white.

"Why should anybody talk?" she said coldly. "But really, Nora, I must
turn you out. I shall ring for Annette." She raised herself in bed.

"No, no!" Nora caught her hand as it stretched out towards the bell.
"Oh, Connie, you shall not fall in love with Mr. Falloden! I should go
mad if you did."

"You are mad already," said Constance, half laughing, half furious. "I
tell you Mr. Falloden is a friend of mine--as other people are. He is
very good company, and I won't have him abused--for nothing. His manners
are abominable. I have told him so dozens of times. All the same, he
amuses me--and interests me--and you are not to talk about him, Nora, if
you can't talk civilly."

And looking rather formidably great-ladyish, Constance threw severe
glances at her cousin.

Nora stood up, first on one foot, then on the other. She was bursting
with things to say, and could not find words to say them in. At last she
broke out--

"I'm not abusing him for nothing! If you only knew the horrid, rude
things--mean things too--at dances and parties--he does to some of the
girls I know here; just because they're not swells and not rich, and he
doesn't care what they think about him. That's what I call a
snob--judging people by whether they're rich and important--by whether
it's worth while to know them. Hateful!"

"You foolish child!" cried Connie. "He's so rich and important himself,
what can it matter to him? You talk as though he were a hanger-on--as
though he had anything to gain by making up to people. You are absurd!"

"Oh, no--I know he's not like Herbert Pryce," said Nora, panting, but
undaunted. "There, that was disgusting of me!--don't remember that I
ever said that, Connie!--I know Mr. Falloden needn't be a snob, because
he's got everything that snobs want--and he's clever besides. But it is
snobbish all the same to be so proud and stand-off, to like to make
other people feel small and miserable, just that you may feel big."

"Go away!" said Constance, and taking up one of her pillows, she threw
it neatly at Nora, who dodged it with equal skill. Nora retreated to the
other s