But it is impossible--a teacher by correspondence, a mere private governess! Who are her people ?" "She lives with her grandfather.

I think her father was a tutor or journalist of some kind, but he is dead; and her grandfather keeps a second-hand bookshop in the King's Road close by." "A bookshop! But you said, Arnold, that she was a young lady." "So she is, Clara," he replied simply.
"Arnold!" for the first time in his life Arnold saw his cousin angry with him.

She was constantly being angry with other people, but never before had she been angry with him.

"Arnold, spare me this nonsense.
If you have been playing with this shop-girl I cannot help it, and I beg that you will tell me no more about it, and do not, to my face, speak of her as a lady." "I have not been playing with her, I think," said Arnold gravely; "I have been very serious with her." "Everybody nowadays is a young lady.

The girl who gives you a cup of tea in a shop; the girl who dances in the ballet; the girl who makes your dresses." "In that case, Clara, you need not mind my calling Miss Aglen a young lady." "There is one word left, at least: women of my class are gentlewomen." "Miss Aglen is a gentlewoman." "Arnold, look me in the face.