"Lush will dine with us among the other people to-morrow. You will treat him civilly."
Gwendolen's heart began to beat violently. The words that she wanted to utter, as one wants to return a blow, were. "You are breaking your promise to me--the first promise you made me." But she dared not utter them. She was as frightened at a quarrel as if she had foreseen that it would end with throttling fingers on her neck. After a pause, she said in the tone rather of defeat than resentment,
"I thought you did not intend him to frequent the house again."

"Lush will dine with us tomorrow. You will treat him civilly."
Gwendolen's heart began to beat violently. She wanted to retaliate with the words: "You are breaking your promise to me - your first promise." But she dared not utter them. The prospect of a quarrel frightened her. After a pause, she said in the tone of defeat-
"I thought you did not intend him to visit the house again."
