Little chance had the poor lady of effecting other introductions; she realized for the first time that she was only a quarter introduced to the great woman herself.
The fact was this: There was not a soul in Northbury, at least there was not an acknowledged soul who could combat Mrs.Bertram's will.

She had made up her mind to talk to no one but Mr.Ingram at the bazaar.

She carried out her resolve, and that though the Rector had formed such pleasant visions of making every one cheerful and happy all round, for he knew the simple weaknesses and desires of his flock, and saw not the smallest harm in gratifying them.

Why should not the Manor and the town be friendly?
Mrs.Bertram saw a very good reason why they should not.

Therefore the Rector's dreams came apparently to nothing..