"He makes himself very unpopular.

You should tell him so." "That would be hardly my place." said Diana, flushing a little.
Lady Niton stared at her a moment rather hard--then said: "But he's honey and balm itself compared to Isabel! The Marshams are old friends of mine, but I don't pretend to like Isabel Fotheringham at all.

She calls herself a Radical, and there's no one insists more upon their birth and their advantages than she.

Don't let her bully you--come to me if she does--I'll protect you." Diana said vaguely that Mrs.Fotheringham had been very kind.
"You haven't had time to find out," said Lady Niton, grimly.

She leaned back fanning herself, her queer white face and small black eyes alive with malice.