And by gad--it sounds like lunacy, and mind you I'm not propounding it for fact!--there's just one chance that she really does know where the ivory is!" "But where's the sense of abusing us ?" repeated Yerkes.
"That's the poor thing's way of claiming class superiority," said Monty.

"She was born into one class, married into another, and divorced into a third.

She'd likely to forget she said an unkind word the next time she meets you.

Give her one chance and she'll pretend she believes you were born to the purple--flatter you until you half believe it yourself.

Later on, when it suits her at the moment, she'll denounce you as a social impostor! It's just habit--bad habit, I admit--comes of the life she leads.