Would she come an' have a cup of tea?
Oh dear, no! Hadn't time! The Princess of Wales, I suppose, was waitin' round the corner!' Having so relieved her mind, Mrs.Byass laughed with a genuine gaiety which proved how little malice there was in her satire.

Sidney could not refuse a smile, but it was a gloomy one.
'I'm not sure you've done all you might have to keep her friends with you,' he said seriously, but with a good-natured look.
'There you go!' exclaimed Mrs.Byass, throwing back her head.

'Of course everybody must be in fault sooner than _her_! She's an angel is Miss Hewett! Poor dear! to think how shameful she's been used! Now I do wonder how you've the face to say such things, Mr.Kirkwood! Why, there's nobody else livin' would have been as patient with her as I always was.

I'm not bad-tempered, I will say that for myself, an' I've put up with all sorts of things (me, a married woman), when anyone else would have boxed her ears and told her she was a conceited minx.

I used to be fond of Clara; you know I did.