She knew what Nora meant.

But that Connie should despise what she had filched away only made things worse.
Mrs.Hooper sighed again--loudly.
"The point is--is she carrying on with that man, Mr.Falloden ?" Nora looked up indignantly.

Her mother's vulgarity tormented her.
"How can she be 'carrying on,' mother?
He won't be in Oxford again till his schools." "Oh, you never know," said Mrs.Hooper vaguely.

"Well, I must go and answer these notes." She went away.

Nora descended gloomily from the window-sill.
"Mother wants a new dress.