She had been sent out under an assumed name--a highly recommended orphan of honourable parentage.

Her distress, her burning cheeks, her endeavours to express her regret for this deception were taken for a confession of guilt.

"You attempted to bring dishonour to my home," the German woman screamed at her.
Here's a misunderstanding for you! Flora de Barral, who felt the shame but did not believe in the guilt of her father, retorted fiercely, "Nevertheless I am as honourable as you are." And then the German woman nearly went into a fit from rage.

"I shall have you thrown out into the street." Flora was not exactly thrown out into the street, I believe, but she was bundled bag and baggage on board a steamer for London.

Did I tell you these people lived in Hamburg?
Well yes--sent to the docks late on a rainy winter evening in charge of some sneering lackey or other who behaved to her insolently and left her on deck burning with indignation, her hair half down, shaking with excitement and, truth to say, scared as near as possible into hysterics.