She is crabbing your play.

Yesterday her opinion on the subject was of no value, and it will be again of no value to-morrow.

But as one of the limited audience on a first night, she can do just a tiny bit of harm.

But don't hold it against her, Hillyard! She has no feeling against you.

This is her little moment of importance." Sir Charles rattled on through the interval--all good nature with just a slice of lemon--and it had happened that he had pointed out one who was to be the instrument of great trouble for Hillyard and a few others, with whom this story is concerned.
Hillyard interrupted Hardiman.
"Who is the girl at the end of the sixth row, who seems to have stepped down from a china group on a mantelpiece ?" "That one ?" said Hardiman, and all the raillery faded from his face.
"That is Mrs.Croyle.You will meet her to-night at my supper party." He hesitated as to what further he should say.