She naturally resented such ridicule, having been born to regard social distinction with awe and reverence.
Inwardly resolving to make Miss Patricia Doyle regret the speech she hid all annoyance under her admirable self-control and answered with smooth complacency: "Your estimate of society, my dear Miss Doyle, is superficial." "Don't I know it, then ?" exclaimed Patsy.

"Culture and breeding, similarity of taste and intellectual pursuits will always attract certain people and band them together in those cliques which are called 'social sets,' They are not secret societies; they have no rules of exclusion; congenial minds are ever welcome to their ranks.

This is a natural coalition, in no way artificial.

Can you not appreciate that, Miss Doyle ?" "Yes, indeed," admitted Patsy, promptly.

"You're quite right, and I'm just one of those stupid creatures who criticise the sun because there's a cloud before it.