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She
replied
,
"
Indeed
!
and
I
desire
something
more
than
a
little
explanation
of
your
conduct
the
night
before
.
"
I
said
,
coolly
:
"
Really
,
I
do
n't
understand
you
.
"
Carrie
said
sneeringly
:
"
Probably
not
;
you
were
scarcely
in
a
condition
to
understand
anything
.
"
I
was
astounded
at
this
insinuation
and
simply
ejaculated
:
"
Caroline
!
"
She
said
:
"
Do
n't
be
theatrical
,
it
has
no
effect
on
me
.
Reserve
that
tone
for
your
new
friend
,
Mister
Farmerson
,
the
ironmonger
.
"
I
was
about
to
speak
,
when
Carrie
,
in
a
temper
such
as
I
have
never
seen
her
in
before
,
told
me
to
hold
my
tongue
.
She
said
:
"
Now
I
'm
going
to
say
something
!
After
professing
to
snub
Mr.
Farmerson
,
you
permit
him
to
snub
you
,
in
my
presence
,
and
then
accept
his
invitation
to
take
a
glass
of
champagne
with
you
,
and
you
do
n't
limit
yourself
to
one
glass
.
You
then
offer
this
vulgar
man
,
who
made
a
bungle
of
repairing
our
scraper
,
a
seat
in
our
cab
on
the
way
home
.
I
say
nothing
about
his
tearing
my
dress
in
getting
in
the
cab
,
nor
of
treading
on
Mrs.
James
's
expensive
fan
,
which
you
knocked
out
of
my
hand
,
and
for
which
he
never
even
apologised
;
but
you
smoked
all
the
way
home
without
having
the
decency
to
ask
my
permission
.
That
is
not
all
!
At
the
end
of
the
journey
,
although
he
did
not
offer
you
a
farthing
towards
his
share
of
the
cab
,
you
asked
him
in
.
Fortunately
,
he
was
sober
enough
to
detect
,
from
my
manner
,
that
his
company
was
not
desirable
.
"
Goodness
knows
I
felt
humiliated
enough
at
this
;
but
,
to
make
matters
worse
,
Gowing
entered
the
room
,
without
knocking
,
with
two
hats
on
his
head
and
holding
the
garden-rake
in
his
hand
,
with
Carrie
's
fur
tippet
(
which
he
had
taken
off
the
downstairs
hall-peg
)
round
his
neck
,
and
announced
himself
in
a
loud
,
coarse
voice
:
"
His
Royal
Highness
,
the
Lord
Mayor
!
"
He
Marched
twice
round
the
room
like
a
buffoon
,
and
finding
we
took
no
notice
,
said
:
"
Hulloh
!
what
's
up
?
Lovers
'
quarrel
,
eh
?
"
There
was
a
silence
for
a
moment
,
so
I
said
quietly
:
"
My
dear
Gowing
,
I
'm
not
very
well
,
and
not
quite
in
the
humour
for
joking
;
especially
when
you
enter
the
room
without
knocking
,
an
act
which
I
fail
to
see
the
fun
of
.
"
Gowing
said
:
"
I
'm
very
sorry
,
but
I
called
for
my
stick
,
which
I
thought
you
would
have
sent
round
.
"
I
handed
him
his
stick
,
which
I
remembered
I
had
painted
black
with
the
enamel
paint
,
thinking
to
improve
it
.
