'What on earth has Pamela got to do with it!' 'A very great deal.

She is the natural head of your house, and it would be very difficult for me to go on living here--after--perhaps--I have just put a few things straight for you, and catalogued the pots--without getting in her way, and infringing her rights!' Elizabeth was sitting very erect and bright-eyed.

It seemed to her that some subliminal self for which she was hardly responsible had suddenly got the better of a hair-splitting casuistical self, which had lately been in command of her, and that the subliminal self had spoken words of truth and soberness.
But instead of storming, the Squire laughed contemptuously.
'Pamela's rights?
Well, I'll discuss them when she remembers her duties! I remonstrated with her one morning when the servants were all giving warning--and there was nothing to eat--and she had made a hideous mess of some instructions of mine about a letter to the County Council--and I pointed out to her that none of these things would have happened if you had been here.' 'Oh, poor Pamela!' exclaimed Elizabeth--'but still more, poor me!' '"Poor me" ?' said the Squire.

'What does that mean ?' 'You see, I have a weakness for being liked!' said Elizabeth after a moment.

'And how can Pamela like anybody that is being thrown at her head like that ?' She looked at her companion reproachfully.