A cage is a cage, whether the bars are of iron or gold.

He bored her, she despised him for his want of intelligence and enterprise.

That a man with all this wealth and endless opportunity should waste his life in such fashion was to her a thing intolerable.

She knew if she had half his chance, that she would make her name ring from one end of Europe to the other.

In short, Beatrice held Owen as deeply in contempt as her sister Elizabeth, studying him from another point of view, held him in reverence.