And the ladies maintained that their servants should be respected, at any cost.
"You, ma'am," said Arabella, with a clear look peculiar to her when vindictive--"you may have a stain on your character, and you are not ruined by it.

But these poor creatures..." "Ye dare to compar' me--!" "Contrast you, ma'am." "It's just as imp'dent." "I say, our servants, ma'am..." "Oh! to the deuce with your 'ma'am;' I hate the word.

It's like fittin' a cap on me.

Ye want to make one a turbaned dow'ger, ye malicious young woman!" "Those are personages that are, I believe, accepted in society!" So the contest raged, Mrs.Chump being run clean through the soul twenty times, without touching the consciousness of that sensitive essence.
Mr.Pole appeared to take the part of his daughters, and by-and-by Mrs.
Chump, having failed to arouse Mrs.Lupin's involuntary laugh (which always consoled her in such cases), huffed out of the room.

Then Mr.
Pole, in an abruptly serious way, bashfully entreated the ladies to be civil to Martha, who had the best heart in the world.