His laugh seemed to give her physical pain. "Couldn't you take to desiring something else, mother, than my 'good' as you call it? Because, I tell you plainly, it don't suit my book. You have been meddling in my affairs!--just as you have always meddled in them, for matter of that! But this time you've done it with a vengeance--you've done it _damnably_!" He struck his hand upon a table near. "What right had you"--he approached her threateningly--"what earthly right had you to go and see Enid Glenwilliam yesterday, just simply that you might spoil my chances with her! Who gave you leave?" He flung the questions at her. "I had every right," said Lady Coryston, calmly. "I am your mother--I have done everything for you--you owe your whole position to me. You were ruining yourself by a mad fancy. I was bound to take care that Miss Glenwilliam should not accept you without knowing all the facts. But--actually--as it happens--she had made up her mind--before we met." "So she says!--and I don't believe a word of it--_not--one--word_! She wanted to make me less mad with you. She's like you, mother, she thinks she can manage everybody. So she tried to cram me--that it was Glenwilliam persuaded her against me. Rot! If you hadn't gone and meddled, if you hadn't treated her like dirt--if you hadn't threatened to spoil my prospects, and told her you'd never receive her--if you hadn't put her back up in a hundred ways--she'd have married me. It's you--you--_you_--that have done it!" He threw himself on a chair in front of her, his hands on his knees, staring at her. His aspect as of a man disorganized and undone by baffled passion, repelled and disgusted her. Was this her Arthur?--her perfect gentleman--her gay, courteous, well-behaved darling--whose mingled docility and good breeding had, so far, suited both her affection and her love of rule so well? The deep under-sense of disaster which had held her all day, returned upon her in ten-fold strength. But she fronted him bravely.