She is that jealous, and I might say forward--" "Then she is capable of speaking for herself." "You are right, miss, there, and no mistake.

She can speak for herself and for fifty others--words enough, I mean, for all of them.

But I would not have her know for all the world that I said it." "Then if you do not send her to me at once, the first thing I shall do will be to tell her." "Oh no, miss, none of your family would do that; that never has been done anonymous." I assured him that my threat was not in earnest, but of pure impatience.
And having no motive but downright jealousy for keeping Mrs.Price from me, he made up his mind at last to let her come.

But he told me to be careful what I said; I must not expect it to be at all like talking to himself, for instance.
The housekeeper came up at last, by dint of my persistence, and she stopped in the doorway and made me a courtesy, which put me out of countenance, for nobody ever does that in America, and scarcely any one in England now, except in country-dancing.

Instead of being as described by Stixon, Mrs.Price was of a very quiet, sensible, and respectful kind.