“Mary, you are always so violent.” “And you are always so exasperating.” “I? What can you blame me for?” “Oh, blameless people are always the most exasperating. There is the bell—I think we must go down.” “I did not mean to quarrel,” said Rosamond, putting on her hat. “Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarrelled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?”
