I am by no means sure that if the good people of Milby had known the truth about the Countess Czerlaski, they would not have been considerably disappointed to find that it was very far from being as bad as they imagined.

Nice distinctions are troublesome.

It is so much easier to say that a thing is black, than to discriminate the particular shade of brown, blue, or green, to which it really belongs.

It is so much easier to make up your mind that your neighbour is good for nothing, than to enter into all the circumstances that would oblige you to modify that opinion.
Besides, think of all the virtuous declamation, all the penetrating observation, which had been built up entirely on the fundamental position that the Countess was a very objectionable person indeed, and which would be utterly overturned and nullified by the destruction of that premiss.
Mrs.Phipps, the banker's wife, and Mrs.Landor, the attorney's wife, had invested part of their reputation for acuteness in the supposition that Mr.Bridmain was not the Countess's brother.

Moreover, Miss Phipps was conscious that if the Countess was not a disreputable person, she, Miss Phipps, had no compensating superiority in virtue to set against the other lady's manifest superiority in personal charms.