She would not have rented under Mr.Verner had he paid her to do it.
She declined all intercourse with Verner's Pride; had never put her foot over its threshold.

Decima went once in a way; but she, never.

If she and Stephen Verner met abroad, she was coldly civil to him; she was indifferently haughty to Mrs.Verner, whom she despised in her heart for not being a lady.

With all her deficiencies, Lady Verner was essentially a gentlewoman--not to be one amounted in her eyes to little less than a sin.

No wonder that she, with her delicate beauty of person, her quiet refinements of dress, shrank within herself as she swept past poor Mrs.
Verner, with her great person, her crimson face, and her flaunting colours! No wonder that Lady Verner, smarting under her wrongs, passed half her time giving utterance to them; or that her smooth face was acquiring premature wrinkles of discontent.