It was a mirage which passed, a mirage or some dear, vanishing dream.
"Take one yourself, Ellen," he directed.

"Keep the other one carefully for Alfred." She snatched them from his hand and before he could stop her she had thrown them out of the open window into the street.

He was, for an instant, stricken dumb.
"And you," she cried fiercely, "you can follow your--beans, as soon as you choose!" He looked at her and realized how completely he had failed.

She was indeed stirred to the very depths of her nature, but the emotion which possessed her was one of passionate and jealous anger.
"Not good enough for you as we are, eh ?" she cried.

"You don't like our clothes or our manners! You've got to be a fine gentleman in five minutes, haven't you?
We were good enough for you when thirty shillings a week didn't seem enough to keep us out of debt, and I stitched my fingers to the bone with odd bits of dressmaking.