The table of contents is SO short....

You see, in the first place, she is extremely 'exclusive'; she prides herself on her 'exclusiveness': it, and her shoddy title, are probably all she has to pride herself upon, and she works them both hard.

She is a sham great lady." As Hilda spoke, Lady Meadowcroft raised a feebly querulous voice.
"Steward! this won't do! I can smell the engine here.

Move my chair.

I must go on further." "If you go on further that way, my lady," the steward answered, good-humouredly, but with a man-servant's deference for any sort of title, "you'll smell the galley, where they're cooking the dinner.
I don't know which your ladyship would like best--the engine or the galley." The languid figure leaned back in the chair with an air of resignation.
"I'm sure I don't know why they cook the dinners up so high," she murmured, pettishly, to her husband.