Where is she?
But, where can she be ?" Adela rose.
"She pressed my hand just now," said Lady Gosstre.
"She was here when Captain Gambler quitted the room," Arabella remarked.
"Good heaven!" The exclamation came from Adela.
"Oh, Lady Gosstre! I fear to tell you what I think she has done." The scene of the rival Clubs was hurriedly related, together with the preposterous pledge given by Emilia, that she would sing at the Ipley Booth: "Among those dreadful men!" "They will treat her respectfully," said Mr.Powys.
"Worship her, I should imagine, Merthyr," said Lady Gosstre.

"For all that, she had better be away.

Beer is not a respectful spirit." "I trust you will pardon her," Arabella pleaded.

"Everything that explanations of the impropriety of such a thing could do, we have done.
We thought that at last we had convinced her.

She is quite untamed." Mr.Powys now asked where this place was that she had hurried to.
The unhappy ladies of Brookfield, quick as they were to read every sign surrounding them, were for the moment too completely thrown off their balance by Emilia's extraordinary exhibition of will, to see that no reflex of her shameful and hideous proceeding had really fallen upon them.