I'm the child's mother, am I not ?" "It is because you are her mother," he said, quietly, "that I thought you might be glad to find a suitable home for her." "What's good enough for me ought to be good enough for her," she answered, doggedly.
Mannering was silent for a moment.

This woman seemed to belong to a different world from that with whose denizens he was in any way familiar.
Years of isolation, and a certain epicureanism of taste, from which necessity had never taken the fine edge, had made him a little intolerant.

He could see nothing that was not absolutely repulsive in this woman, whose fine eyes were seeking even now to attract his admiration.

She was making the best of herself.

She had chosen the darkest corner of the room, and her pose was not ungraceful.