For the sake of him she loved, she had swallowed a nauseous cup bravely.

The Countess was too much for her.

She felt sick to think of being allied to this person.

She had a shuddering desire to run into the ranks of the world, and hide her head from multitudinous hootings.

With a pang of envy she saw her friend Jenny walking by the side of William Harvey, happy, untried, unoffending: full of hope, and without any bitter draughts to swallow! Aunt Bel now came tripping up gaily.
'Take the alternative, 'douairiere or demoiselle' ?' cried Lady Jocelyn.
'We must have a sharp distinction, or Olympus will be mobbed.' 'Entre les deux, s'il vous plait,' responded Aunt Bel.