"Well, there's one good thing," said Sissie, following her father into the dining-room after the doctor had gone. "I've done with that foolish Eliza. I knew it couldn't last and it hasn't. Unless I'm there all the time to keep my eye on everything--of course it all goes to pieces. That girl is the biggest noodle...!" "But haven't I just seen you and her joined in the deepest affection?" "Naturally I had to kiss her. But I've finished with her. And what's more, she knows what I think of her. She never liked me." "Sissie," said Mr. Prohack, "you shock me." And indeed he was genuinely shocked, for he had always thought that Sissie was different from other girls; that she had all the feminine qualities without any of the feminine defects. Yes, he had thought that she might develop into a creature more perfect even than Marian. And here she was talking and behaving exactly as men at the club would relate of their own conventional women. Sissie gazed firmly at her father, as it were half in pity and half in disdain. Did the innocent fellow not then understand the nature of women? Or was he too sentimental to admit it, too romantic to be a realist? "Would you believe," said Sissie, "that although I was there last night and told her exactly what to do, she's had a quarrel this morning with the landlord of the studio? Well, she has. You know the A.R.A. on the first floor has been making a lot of silly complaints about the noise--music and so on--every night. And some other people have complained. _I_ could have talked the landlord round in ten minutes! Eliza doesn't merely not talk him round,--she quarrels with him! Of course it's all up. And as if that wasn't enough, a County Council inspector has been round asking about a music and dancing licence. We shall either have to give up business altogether or else move somewhere else. Eliza says she knows of another studio. Well, I shall write her to-night and tell her she can have my share of the fittings and furniture and go where she likes, but I shan't go with her. And if she never liked me I can honestly say I never liked her. And I don't want to run a dancing studio any more, either. Why should I, after all? We _were_ the new poor. Now we're the new rich. Well, we may as well _be_ the new rich." Mr. Prohack was now still more shocked. Nay, he was almost frightened. And yet he wasn't either shocked or frightened, in the centre of his soul. He was rather triumphant,--not about his daughter with the feet of clay, but about himself. "But I shan't give up teaching dancing entirely," said Sissie. "No?" He wondered what would come next. "No! I shall teach you." "Indeed you won't!" He instinctively recoiled.