The irrepressible note of gratification in her voice startled Alwynne. She turned and faced her. "I don't understand! You said she was waiting." "When I left her, she had been waiting over half-an-hour. She told me that she should do so no longer. Miss Hartill is not accustomed to be kept waiting while the junior mistresses amuse themselves." Alwynne raised her eyebrows and regarded her carefully. "Did Miss Hartill ask you to tell me that? Are you her messenger?" she asked blandly. The last sentence had enlightened her, at any rate, as to Miss Vigers's personal attitude to herself. She was perfectly aware that she had been guilty of gross carelessness; that, if Miss Hartill chose, she could make it a serious matter for her; but for the moment her apprehensive regrets, as well as her profound sense of the apology due to the formidable Miss Hartill, were shrivelled in the white heat of her anger at the tone Henrietta Vigers was permitting herself. She was as much hurt as horrified by the revelation of an antipathy she had been unconscious of exciting; it was her first experience of gratuitous ill-will. She rebelled hotly, incapable of analysing her emotion, indifferent to the probable consequences of a defiance of the older woman, but passionately resolved that she would not allow any one alive to be rude to her. And Henrietta, amazed at the veiled rebuke of her manner, also lost her temper. "Miss Hartill and I were overwhelmed by such an occurrence. Do you realise what you are doing, Miss Durand? You keep the children away from their lesson--you alter the school time-table to suit your convenience--without a remark, or warning, or apology." "I've told you already that I didn't hear the gong," interrupted Alwynne, between courtesy and impatience. She was trying hard to control herself. "That is nonsense. Everybody hears the gong. You didn't choose to hear it, I suppose. Anyhow, I feel it my duty to tell you that such behaviour will not be tolerated, Miss Durand, in this, or any school. It is not your place to make innovations. I was horrified just now when I came in. The class-room littered about with pictures and papers--the children not in their places--allowed to interrupt and argue. I never heard of such a thing." Alwynne's chin went up. "Excuse me, Miss Vigers, but I hardly see that it is your business to criticise my way of teaching." "I am speaking to you for your own good," said Henrietta. "That is kind of you; but if you speak to me in such a tone, you cannot expect me to listen." Henrietta hesitated. "Miss Durand, you are new to the school----" "That gives you no right to be rude to me!" Henrietta took a step towards her. "Rude? And you? I consider you insolent. Ever since you came to the school you have been impossible. You go your own way, teach in your own way----" "I do as I'm told," said Alwynne sharply. "In your own way. You neither ask nor take advice----"