Oh! He needn’t have pointed out to me the difference between that time and this! I’d _thought_ I was angry then. My anger now was as different a thing as the difference between those two sorts of kisses. _Oh!_ _He’s_ broken the contract—he knows that it was tacitly understood that there should be nothing of this—In fact, it wasn’t so much as thought of—_ever_. _Right_ on my mouth!... Well, I don’t owe him anything after this. I shan’t speak to him again. I shall have nothing more to do with him. He’s a right to my name as his official _fiancée_, he can keep that—at a distance! My name—nothing else. I shan’t go on staying with his people after this! Let him make what excuse he chooses to his mother about that. Let him explain it away as he likes. I shan’t help him! If it were to save his life, I’d never lift a finger to help him again! I shall go away at once.... How could he! Whether it was a vulgar attempt at flirtation, or simply that he was riled and meant to be rude to me in the most brutal manner he could think of—I don’t care which it was! What had I said—done—looked—that he should imagine he might? After this, he might even say I’d encouraged him! Hateful, _hateful_! Well, I shall go away.... Brute! To-morrow, I shall _go_! CHAPTER XXIII “MANY WATERS——” Well! Anyhow there’s no sense in sitting up in my room brooding over this thing, on a heavenly afternoon like this and all. I’m not going to miss it all just to please _him_. And if I am leaving everything—sea and sunshine and mountains—to-morrow, I may as well take in as much of them as I can to-day. Besides, I suppose I shall have to go down some time. There are these people—whoever they are—expected this afternoon. Obviously I shall have to be at tea to meet them? I shouldn’t in the least mind letting _him_ down by remaining invisible until I’m all packed up and ready for the little local train that must take me up to Holyhead to meet the Euston mail. But there is his mother to consider—she has been so sweet to me from the beginning. What I can’t understand about her is how she ever managed to have such a son? There must have been something odd and horrid about the father; and he must take after him. The _girls_ are all right.