I served them well--and at my age, in full activity, they condemn me to sit and gape!' He stopped his pacing and gazed on the glass of the window.
'Would you wish me not to be present at this fencing ?' said Aminta.
'Dear me! by all means, go, my love,' he replied.
Any step his Fair Enemy won in the secret game Pull between them, she was undisputedly to keep.
She suggested: 'It might lead to unpleasantness.' 'Of what sort ?' 'You ask ?' He emphasized: 'Have you forgotten?
Something happened after that last ball at Challis's Rooms.

Their women as well as their men must be careful not to cross me.' Aminta had confused notions of her being planted in hostile territory, and torn and knitted, trumpeted to the world as mended, but not honourably mended in a way to stop corridor scandal.

The ball at Challis's Rooms had been one of her steps won: it had necessitated a requirement for the lion in her lord to exhibit himself, and she had gained nothing with Society by the step, owing to her poor performance of the lion's mate.

She had, in other words, shunned the countenance of some scattered people pityingly ready to support her against the deadly passive party known to be Lady Charlotte's.
She let her lord go; thinking that once more had she striven and gained nothing: which was true of all their direct engagements.

And she had failed because of her being only a woman! Mr.Morsfield was foolishly wrong in declaring that she, as a woman, had reserves of strength.