Sydney felt the implied insult offered to her in another way.

It roused her to the exercise of self-control as nothing had roused her yet.

She ignored Mrs.
Presty's irony with a composure worthy of Mrs.Presty herself.

"Where is the woman," she said, "who would _not_ wish to be as beautiful as Mrs.
Linley--and as good ?" "Thank you, my dear, for a compliment to my daughter: a sincere compliment, no doubt.

It comes in very neatly and nicely," Mrs.Presty acknowledged, "after my son-in-law's little outbreak of temper.