“Caroline!  Why blame her?  What’s all this to do with Caroline?”

“Because we expected her to—­” He saw that the answer would involve him in difficulties, and, waving his hand, continued, “So I am confident, and you in your heart agree, that this engagement will not last.  Think of your life at home—­think of Irma!  And I’ll also say think of us; for you know, Lilia, that we count you more than a relation.  I should feel I was losing my own sister if you did this, and my mother would lose a daughter.”

She seemed touched at last, for she turned away her face and said, “I can’t break it off now!”

“Poor Lilia,” said he, genuinely moved.  “I know it may be painful.  But I have come to rescue you, and, book-worm though I may be, I am not frightened to stand up to a bully.  He’s merely an insolent boy.  He thinks he can keep you to your word by threats.  He will be different when he sees he has a man to deal with.”

What follows should be prefaced with some simile—­the simile of a powder-mine, a thunderbolt, an earthquake—­for it blew Philip up in the air and flattened him on the ground and swallowed him up in the depths.  Lilia turned on her gallant defender and said—­

“For once in my life I’ll thank you to leave me alone.  I’ll thank your mother too.  For twelve years you’ve trained me and tortured me, and I’ll stand it no more.  Do you think I’m a fool?  Do you think I never felt?  Ah! when I came to your house a poor young bride, how you all looked me over—­never a kind word—­and discussed me, and thought I might just do; and your mother corrected me, and your sister snubbed me, and you said funny things about me to show how clever you were!  And when Charles died I was still to run in strings for the honour of your beastly family, and I was to be cooped up at Sawston and learn to keep house, and all my chances spoilt of marrying again.  No, thank you!  No, thank you!  ‘Bully?’ ‘Insolent boy?’ Who’s that, pray, but you?  But, thank goodness, I can stand up against the world now, for I’ve found Gino, and this time I marry for love!”

The coarseness and truth of her attack alike overwhelmed him.  But her supreme insolence found him words, and he too burst forth.

“Yes! and I forbid you to do it!  You despise me, perhaps, and think I’m feeble.  But you’re mistaken.  You are ungrateful and impertinent and contemptible, but I will save you in order to save Irma and our name.  There is going to be such a row in this town that you and he’ll be sorry you came to it.  I shall shrink from nothing, for my blood is up.  It is unwise of you to laugh.  I forbid you to marry Carella, and I shall tell him so now.”

“Do,” she cried.  “Tell him so now.  Have it out with him.  Gino!  Gino!  Come in!  Avanti!  Fra Filippo forbids the banns!”

Gino appeared so quickly that he must have been listening outside the door.

“Fra Filippo’s blood’s up.  He shrinks from nothing.  Oh, take care he doesn’t hurt you!” She swayed about in vulgar imitation of Philip’s walk, and then, with a proud glance at the square shoulders of her betrothed, flounced out of the room.