It was true that he gave himself airs to the Clavering folks.

Naturally haughty and frank, their cackle and small talk and small dignities bored him, and he showed a contempt which he could not conceal.

The Doctor and the Curate were the only people Pen cared for in the place--even Mrs.Portman shared in the general distrust of him, and of his mother, the widow, who kept herself aloof from the village society, and was sneered at accordingly, because she tried, forsooth, to keep her head up with the great County families.

She, indeed! Mrs.Barker at the Factory has four times the butcher's meat that goes up to Fairoaks, with all their fine airs.
Etc.etc.

etc.: let the reader fill up these details according to his liking and experience of village scandal.