She was so far vain as to fancy that she could look, and speak, and move, and have her being after the fashion which is approved for the Lady Peterboroughs of the world.

It was not clear to her that Nature had not expressly intended her to be a Lady Peterborough; whereas, as far as she could see, Nature had not intended her to be a Mrs.Hugh Stanbury, with a precarious income of perhaps ten guineas a week when journalism was doing well.

So she moved on to another little eminence to think of it there.

It was clear to her that if she should accept Mr.Glascock she would sell herself, and not give herself away; and she had told herself scores of times before this, that a young woman should give herself away, and not sell herself;--should either give herself away, or keep herself to herself as circumstances might go.

She had been quite sure that she would never sell herself.