Look at it.
Why, you might just as well have ordered wedding cake at once.

I tell you what it is, Juliana, you're getting quite flighty." Flighty?
No mind but a feminine one, grown up and trained under the shadow of St.Sidwell's, could conceive the nature of Miss Quincey's feelings on being told that she was flighty.

She herself made no attempt to express them.

She sat down and gasped, clutching her Browning to give herself a sense of moral support.

All the rest was intelligible, she had understood and accepted it; but to be told that she, a teacher in St.
Sidwell's, was flighty--the charge was simply confusing to the intellect, and it left her dumb.
Flighty?
When Martha came in with the tea-tray and she had to order a knife for the cake and an extra cup for Dr.Cautley, she saw Mrs.Moon looking at Martha, and Martha looking at Mrs.Moon, and they seemed to be saying to each other, "How flighty Miss Juliana is getting." Flighty?
The idea afflicted her to such a degree that when Dr.Cautley came she had not a word to say to him.
For a whole week she had looked forward to this tea-drinking with tremors of joyous expectancy and palpitations of alarm.