She seems to know her countrymen, though.

She warded one of them off, by saying to me: "This is the crossing, my lady." He fled.' Lady Dunstane affixed the popular title to the latter kind of gentleman.
She was irritated on her friend's behalf, and against the worrying of her sisterhood, thinking in her heart, nevertheless, that the passing of a face and figure like Diana's might inspire honourable emotions, pitiable for being hapless.
'If you were with me, dear, you would have none of these annoyances,' she said, pleading forlornly.
Diana smiled to herself.

'No! I should relapse into softness.

This life exactly suits my present temper.

My landlady is respectful and attentive; the little housemaid is a willing slave; Danvers does not despise them pugnaciously; they make a home for me, and I am learning daily.