" Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and rapped on the window. Because she jumped a good foot into the air after the rap, he knew perfectly well she’d heard it, but Millie did not turn. “Open the window.” Bending over, she straightened with another book in her hand, which she immediately tossed into the flames. “What are you doing?” he yelled. Turning, she narrowed her eyes, marched over to the window, unlocked it, and then pushed it up. “Go away.” “I need to talk to you.” “We have nothing left to say.” “We have plenty left to say. At least I do.” “You should be saying things to Caroline, not to me.” “Caroline and I have nothing else to say to each other.” “You’re both from the same world. You should have plenty to say. Whereas you and I, well . . . we’re just too different.” Millie began pushing down the window. “I didn’t propose to Caroline, and from what I’ve been able to learn, she lied to you about everything.” Millie stopped pushing. “Why would she do that? I’m just the nanny.” “You were a threat, and one she wanted to get rid of, so she lied. Told you all sorts of horrible things.” “She also allowed me to see the truth. You’ll be ostracized from all of your good friends if you continue associating with me.” “That doesn’t bother me in the least.” Millie let out a snort. “It does, or at least it will when you’re friendless.” “I’m not friendless. I have you, Lucetta, Oliver and Harriet when they get home, and I could go on and on.” “You’ve run out of names, haven’t you?” “May I come in?” Frowning, Millie leaned closer to him. “Why didn’t you just use the door in the first place?” “Mr. Kenton slammed it in my face.” Millie grinned. “How delightful! But . . . oh, very well.” She pushed the window open again. “Couldn’t you simply go and open the door for me?” “And incur the wrath of Mr. Kenton? Not likely.” Grumbling "

― Jen Turano , In Good Company (A Class of Their Own, #2)