She did not belong in a democratic country at all unless she had millions.

She was out of place, as much out of place as a splendid Angora in an alley.

Fairbridge to her instincts was as an alley; yet since it was her alley, she had to make the best of it.

Had she not made the best of it, exalted it, magnified it, she would have gone mad.

Wherefore the triumph of Mrs.Slade in presenting Mrs.Sarah Joy Snyder seemed to her like an affair of moment.