Mrs.Wade was obviously the cause of what had happened--no wonder she fainted at the inquest; no wonder she hid herself in her cottage! When she ventured to come out, virtuous Polterham would let her know its mind.
Quarrier shared in the condemnation, but not even political animosity dealt so severely with him as social opinion did with Mrs.Wade.
Mr.Chown--who would on no account have been seen in a place of worship--went about all day among his congenial gossips, and scornfully contested the rumour that Quarrier's relations with Mrs.Wade would not bear looking into.

At the house of Mr.Murgatroyd, the Radical dentist, he found two or three friends who were very anxious not to think evil of their victorious leader, but felt wholly at a loss for satisfactory explanations.

Mr.Vawdrey, the coal-merchant, talked with gruff discontent.
"I don't believe there's been anything wrong; I couldn't think it--neither of him nor her.

But I do say it's a lesson to you men who go in for Female Suffrage.

Now, this is just the kind of thing that 'ud always be happening.