The collective nature of her interests exempted her from the ordinary rivalries of her sex, and she knew no more personal emotion than that of hatred for the woman who presumed to give bigger dinners or have more amusing house-parties than herself.

As her social talents, backed by Mr.Trenor's bank-account, almost always assured her ultimate triumph in such competitions, success had developed in her an unscrupulous good nature toward the rest of her sex, and in Miss Bart's utilitarian classification of her friends, Mrs.Trenor ranked as the woman who was least likely to "go back" on her.
"It was simply inhuman of Pragg to go off now," Mrs.Trenor declared, as her friend seated herself at the desk.

"She says her sister is going to have a baby--as if that were anything to having a house-party! I'm sure I shall get most horribly mixed up and there will be some awful rows.

When I was down at Tuxedo I asked a lot of people for next week, and I've mislaid the list and can't remember who is coming.

And this week is going to be a horrid failure too--and Gwen Van Osburgh will go back and tell her mother how bored people were.