Indeed, from common men and things she shrank almost with horror.
The entrance of "trade" into the social sphere of her life she would regard as an impertinent intrusion.

It was as much as she could bear to allow the approach of "commerce," which her brother represented.

She supposed, of course, there must be people to carry on the trades and industries of the country--very worthy people, too--but these were people one could not be expected to know.

Miss St.Clair thanked heaven that she had had the advantages of an English education and up-bringing, and she lamented the stubborn democratic opinions of her brother, who insisted that Harry should attend the public school.

She was not surprised, therefore, though greatly grieved, that Harry chose his friends in school with a fine disregard of "their people." It was with surprise amounting to pain that she found herself one day introduced by her nephew to Billie Barclay, who turned out to be the son of Harry's favorite confectioner.