The Triumph of Jill by Ethel Mills

Jill did not anticipate the return of either of her pupils that morning -- did not, indeed, expect Miss Bolton to return at all; in both of which surmises she proved correct. St. John had been obliged to hail a four-wheeler and drive with his cousin home, and a most unpleasant drive she made it; it was as much as he could do to sit quiet under her shower of tearful reproaches. He ought to have known better than to have taken her to such a low place. She might have guessed after having seen her what sort of creature the girl was. It would have been much better to have acted as she wished to in the first place -- given some suitable donation or commissioned her for a painting; that would have been quite sufficient; it wasn't her fault that the stupid girl got in front of her wheel, etc: etc: St. John said, --

"Shut up, Evie; don't talk rot. " But when you tell some people to shut up it has a contrary effect and serves as an incentive to talk more, it was so with Miss Bolton. She was not violent because it was not her nature to be demonstrative, nor was she in the slightest degree vulgar; but her command over the English language could not fail to excite the astonishment of her listener; to quote St. John's euphonism, "it made him sick."