I don't think I hear myself calling to a dog in a name of three syllables.

Two at the most.' No, so I call Hero! if I want him to come immediately,' said Diana, and the gentlemen, to Mrs.Cramborne Wathin's astonishment, acclaimed it.
Mr.Redworth, at her elbow, explained the point, to her disgust...
That was Diana's offence.
If it should seem a small one, let it be remembered that a snub was intended, and was foiled; and foiled with an apparent simplicity, enough to exasperate, had there been no laughter of men to back the countering stroke.

A woman under a cloud, she talked, pushed to shine; she would be heard, would be applauded.

Her chronicler must likewise admit the error of her giving way to a petty sentiment of antagonism on first beholding Mrs.Cramborne Wathin, before whom she at once resolved to be herself, for a holiday, instead of acting demurely to conciliate.

Probably it was an antagonism of race, the shrinking of the skin from the burr.