She grew to detest Mrs.Higgins, and escaped her society by every possible manoeuvre.
'Oh, how pleasant it is,' she explained bitterly to her husband, 'to think that everybody in the road is talking about us with contempt! Of course the servants have spread nice stories.

And the Wilkinsons'-- these were the people next door--'look upon us as hardly respectable.

Even Mrs.Fentiman said yesterday that she really could not conceive how I came to take that girl into the house.

I acknowledged that I must have been crazy.' 'Whilst we're thoroughly upset,' replied Mumford, with irritation at this purposeless talk, 'hadn't we better leave the house and go to live as far away as possible ?' 'Indeed, I very much wish we could.

I don't think I shall ever be happy again at Sutton.' And Clarence went off muttering to himself about the absurdity and the selfishness of women.
For a week or ten days Louise lay very ill; then her vigorous constitution began to assert itself.