"You wrong me, Plantagenet," said Glencora. "There was only one heap, and that did not remain long. Did it, Alice?"
"It is impossible to make you ashamed of anything," he said.
"I certainly don't like being ashamed," she answered; "and don't feel any necessity on this occasion."
"If you don't object, Mr. Palliser," said Alice, "I will go to bed. You can think over all this at night,--and so can I. Good night, Glencora." Then Alice took her candle, and marched off to her own room, with all the dignity of which she was mistress.
"You wrong me, Plantagenet," said Glencora. "There was only one heap, and that did not remain long. Did it, Alice?"
"It is impossible to make you ashamed of anything," he said.
"I certainly don't like being ashamed," she answered; "and don't feel any necessity on this occasion."
"If you don't object, Mr. Palliser," said Alice, "I will go to bed. Good night, Glencora." Then she took her candle, and marched off to her own room, with all the dignity of which she was capable.