They don't like it." "They," of course, meant persons whose opinions made London's society's law.
"To go to Castle Clare," faltered Agatha, "will be like being sentenced to starve to death.

Alix and Hilda and Millicent and Eve and I will be starved, quite slowly, for the want of the things that make girls' lives bearable when they have been born in a certain class.

And even if the most splendid thing happened in three or four years, it would be too late for us four--almost too late for Eve.

If you are out of London, of course you are forgotten.

People can't help forgetting.