She turned once more to her husband--this time without flinching.
"Who is that woman ?" she asked.
Lady Jane was equal to the emergency.

The manner in which she wrapped herself up in her own virtue, without the slightest pretension on the one hand, and without the slightest compromise on the other, was a sight to see.
"Mr.Vanborough," she said, "you offered to take me to my carriage just now.

I begin to understand that I had better have accepted the offer at once.

Give me your arm." "Stop!" said Mrs.Vanborough, "your ladyship's looks are looks of contempt; your ladyship's words can bear but one interpretation.

I am innocently involved in some vile deception which I don't understand.
But this I do know--I won't submit to be insulted in my own house.