Of course she knew that such a marriage would be a dreadful misalliance for young Tudor; of course she knew that all his friends would be heart-broken when they heard of it.

But what had she to do with his friends?
Her sympathies, her good wishes, were for her friend.

Had Norah fallen a victim to Charley's admiration, and then been cast off to eat the bitterest bread to which any human being is ever doomed, what then would Charley's friends have cared for her?
There was a fair fight between them.

If Norah Geraghty, as a reward for her prudence, could get a husband in a rank of life above her, instead of falling into utter destruction as might so easily have been the case, who could do other than praise her--praise her and her clever friend who had so assisted her in her struggle?
Dolus an virtus-- Had Mrs.Davis ever studied the classics she would have thus expressed herself.
Poor Charley was altogether thrown on his beam-ends.

He had altogether played Mrs.Davis's game in evincing jealousy at Mr.
Peppermint's attentions.