Mr.Robb did not himself reply, and the grave arguments urged by his subordinate served nothing to mitigate Lady Ogram's wrath.
Insult had been added to injury; her ladyship straightway withdrew an account she kept at the bank, and dispatched to the M.P.a second letter, so forcible in its wording that it received no answer at all.
Never half-hearted in her quarrels, Lady Ogram made known to all her acquaintances in the neighbourhood the opinion she had of Mr.Robb, and was in no wise discouraged when it came to her ears that the banker M.
P.spoke of taking legal proceedings against her.

It happened that Mr.
Robb about this time addressed an important meeting of his constituents.

His speech was not brilliant, and Lady Ogram made great fun of the newspaper report.

He reminded her, she said, of a specially stupid organ-grinder, grinding all out of time the vulgarest and most threadbare tunes.

Henceforth, applying the name of a character in Dickens, she spoke of Hollingford's representative as Robb the Grinder; which, when Mr.Robb heard of it, as of course he did very soon, by no means sweetened his disposition towards "the termagant of Rivenoak"-- a phrase he was supposed to have himself invented.