"What do you think?
You have seen her, you say ?" she asked of a man she welcomed for his flavour of the worldling's fine bile.
Lord Adderwood made answer: "She may be having a hand in it.

She worships, and that is your way of pulling gods to the ground." "Does she understand good English ?" "Speaks it." "Can she write ?" "I have never had a letter from her." "You tell me Morsfield admires the woman--would marry her to-morrow, if he could get her." "He would go through the ceremony Ormont has performed, I do not doubt." "I don't doubt all of you are ready.

She doesn't encourage one ?" "On the contrary, all." "She's clever.

This has been going on for now seven years, and, as far as I know, she has my brother fast." "She may have done the clever trick of having him fast from the beginning." "She'd like people to think it." "She has an aunt to advertise it." "Ormont can't swallow the woman, I'm told." "Trying, if one is bound to get her down!" "Boasts of the connection everywhere she's admitted, Randeller says." "Randeller procures the admission to various parti-coloured places." "She must be a blinking moll-owl! And I ask any sane Christian or Pagan--proof enough!--would my brother Rowsley let his wife visit those places, those people?
Monstrous to have the suspicion that he would, you know him! Mrs.Lawrence Finchley, for example.

I say nothing to hurt the poor woman; I back her against her imbecile of a husband.