‘You’re in a rage, my love, don’t tell me! You’ve forgotten your English, which is a very sure sign, though I can’t conceive why you should become so vastly French as soon as you lose your temper.’ Léonie stalked to the mantelpiece, picked up a vase from it, and quite deliberately smashed it. Lady Fanny shrieked, and cried out: ‘My precious Sèvres vase!’ Léonie looked down, conscience-stricken, at the pieces of porcelain lying on the floor. ‘I do not behave like a lady,’ she said. ‘I did not know it was Sèvres. It was very ugly.’
