Olivia made no sign.
"I can't leave her ladyship's hair in this state, your lordship," said Elizabeth Twitcher with sullen firmness.
"You do as you're told and clear out!" bellowed his lordship.
"I don't want to be half an hour late for dinner," said Olivia, accepting the diversion and ready to make the most of it.
Elizabeth Twitcher looked at Lord Loudwater, saw more clearly than ever his likeness to the loathed James Hutchings, and made up her mind to do nothing that he bade her do.

She went on dressing her mistress's hair sullenly.
"Are you going?
Or am I to throw you out of the room ?" cried Lord Loudwater in a blustering voice.
"Don't be silly, Egbert!" said Olivia sharply.
From the height of her new emotional experience she felt that her husband was merely a noisy and obnoxious boy.

This was, indeed, quite plain to her.

She felt years older than he and very much wiser.
Lord Loudwater, with a quite unusual glimmer of intelligence, perceived that bringing Elizabeth Twitcher into the matter had been a mistake.

It had weakened his main action.