She shows all her pretty teeth.

"Now for the other reason for deigning to accept me as your son's wife!" She laughs again.

She seems to turn Lady Rylton into a sort of mild ridicule.
"I don't think I should laugh about it if I were _you,"_ returns Lady Rylton calmly, and with the subdued air that tells her intimates when she is in one of her vilest moods.

"I feel very sorry for you, my poor child; and I would have warned you of this thing long ago, but I dreaded the anger of Maurice." "Why, what _is_ it ?" cries Tita vehemently.

"Has Maurice murdered somebody, or defrauded somebody, or run away with somebody ?" "Oh no! He did not run _away_ with her," says lady Rylton slowly.
"You mean--you mean----" The girl is now leaning forward, her small face rather white.
"I mean that he has been in love with his cousin for the past two years." "His cousin!" Tita's thoughts run to Margaret.