Who could have expected anything else ?' Nancy played with a dandelion she had plucked, and gave sign neither of assent nor disagreement.
'Mrs.Bellamy,' continued the young man, 'marvels that servants revolt against her.

What could be more natural?
The servants have learnt that splendid doctrine that every one is as good as everybody else, and Mrs.
Bellamy is by no means the person to make them see things differently.
And this kind of thing is going on in numberless houses--an utterly incompetent mistress and a democratic maid in spirited revolt.

The incompetents, being in so vast a majority, will sooner or later spoil all the servants in the country.' 'You should make an article of it,' said Nancy, 'and send it to _The Nineteenth Century_.' 'So I might.' He paused, and added casually, 'You read _The Nineteenth Century_ ?' 'Now and then.' Nancy felt herself an impostor, for of leading reviews she knew little more than the names.

And Tarrant's look, so steady, yet so good-tempered, disturbed her conscience with the fear that he saw through her.

She was coming wretchedly out of this dialogue, in which she had meant to make a figure.
He changed the subject; was it merely to spare her?
'Shall you go to Teignmouth again this year ?' 'I don't know yet.