"Yes, Cora. I am only taking your own story. According to that, you were misbehaving in public."
Lady Glencora got up from her chair near the window, on which she had been crouching close to Alice's knees, and walked away towards the fireplace. "What am I to say to you, or how am I to talk to you?" said Alice. "You would not have me tell you a lie?"
"Of all things in the world, I hate a prude the most," said Lady Glencora.
"Cora, look here. If you consider it prudery on my part to disapprove of your waltzing with Mr. Fitzgerald in the manner you have described,--or, indeed, in any other manner,--you and I must differ so totally about the meaning of words and the nature of things that we had better part."

"Yes, Cora."
Lady Glencora got up from her chair and walked away towards the fireplace.
"How am I to talk to you, then?" said Alice. "You would not have me tell you a lie?"
"Of all things in the world, I hate a prude the most," said Lady Glencora.
"Cora, look here. If you consider it prudery to disapprove of your waltzing with Mr. Fitzgerald in the way you have described, we must differ so totally about the nature of things that we had better part."
