I'll see the little witch again and be even with her, or my name's not Frederick Mason the Scourer!" "Your father will like it ill if it comes to his ears," remarked Madam, with a touch of uneasiness; "and for my part, the less we have to do with our neighbours the better.

They are no fit associates for us." "Say that we are no fit associates for them," murmured Gertrude, beneath her breath.
Her heart was swelling with sorrow and anger.

In her eyes there was no young man in all London town to be compared with Reuben Harmer.
From the day when in childhood they had playfully plighted their troth, she had never ceased to regard him as the one man in the world most worthy of love and reverence, and she knew that he had never ceased to look upon her with the same feelings.
Latterly they had had but scant opportunities of meeting.

Madam threw every possible obstacle in the way of her daughter's entering the doors of that house, and kept her own closed against those of her former friends whom she now chose to regard as her inferiors.
Madam had never been liked.

She had always held her head high, and shown that she thought herself too good for the place she occupied.
Her house had never been popular.