he owes money to. There will be nothing for me any longer—nothing except Vanessi's."
And as she reflected he shouted to her across the table: "Here, Polly, don't mope, come and toast the happy pair!"
She looked at them. They were by this time very drunk, with mottled faces and glazed eyes; they stared at her heavily, and Mrs. Purdie wiped her nose with her hand. The candles fluttered, smoking gustily like tiny bonfires.
"I won't!" Paulina told them in a sudden rage. "I hate you both!" She stamped her foot.
And then she ran out of the room.