Lady Hawthorne's concerned treatment of Belinda changed suddenly when the two reached the foray of the rooms, out of sight of the other guests. She grabbed the girl by the hair and hauled her to the farthest room down the hall. "You little trollop! Do you think I am a fool? Do you think I haven't been noticing you drinking glass after glass of champagne, making eyes at every chance at my husband, coming to us in a drunken state walking like a slut or a cassino girl, acting like a common stripper in front of my husband, while at the same time making a spectacle of yourself in front of our guests - your classmates and professors? You are the fool, little Fräulein! I assure you, I won't rest until I see you expelled from Virgin, with nowhere else to go but back to Germany!" When they reached the room Lady Hawthorne, still holding on tightly to Belinda's hair, opened the bedroom closet and retrieved a rug-beater. Belinda caught sight of it, and her eyes and mouth flew wide open: she knew what it was for.