Let her come here." My lady adhered to her resolution with iron force, and received her son, when the day after his return he rode over, with freezing formality.

But with all that, she was none the less deeply displeased when he called and came to dinner and left his bride at home.
"My humble house is not worthy my lady's presence, I dare say," she remarked.

"After the magnificence of barrack life and the splendor of Hunsden Hall, I scarcely wonder she can not stoop to your mother's jointure house.

A lady in her position must draw the line somewhere." "You are unjust, mother," her son said, striving to speak calmly.

"You always were unjust to Harriet.