She did not believe in class or wealth--not at all.

Only--as her mother had told her--she must hold her head up.

An inward temper, which no doubt led to that excess of manner of which Miss Raeburn was meanwhile conscious.
Where were the gentlemen?
Marcella was beginning to resent and tire of the innumerable questions as to her likes and dislikes, her accomplishments, her friends, her opinions of Mellor and the neighbourhood, which this knitting lady beside her poured out upon her so briskly, when to her great relief the door opened and a footman announced "Lady Winterbourne." A very tall thin lady in black entered the room at the words.

"My dear!" she said to Miss Raeburn, "I am very late, but the roads are abominable, and those horses Edward has just given me have to be taken such tiresome care of.

I told the coachman next time he might wrap them in shawls and put them to bed, and _I_ should walk." "You are quite capable of it, my dear," said Miss Raeburn, kissing her.
"We know you! Miss Boyce--Lady Winterbourne." Lady Winterbourne shook hands with a shy awkwardness which belied her height and stateliness.