Come and say, how do you do, Mary.

Mary is the clever one of the family!" but it was always said in a deprecating, apologetic tone, which made Mary hang her head and hate both herself and her mother.
She told herself stories of the times when Jeremy would have to depend entirely upon the splendour of her brains for his delivery from some horror--death, torture or disgrace.

At present those times were, she was bound to confess to herself, very distant.

He depended upon no one for anything; he could not be said to need Mary's assistance in any particular.

And with this burning desire of hers came, of course, jealousy.