For lack of something greater to hate and rival, she hated and rivalled Mrs.Slade.For lack of something big over which to reign, she wished to reign over Fairbridge and the Zenith Club.

Mrs.
Slade's perfectly-matched drawing-room took on the semblance of a throne-room, in which she had seen herself usurped.
Then she thought of the young clergyman, even as he was thinking of her.

She knew perfectly well how he had been trapped, but she failed to see the slightest humour in it.

She had no sense of humour.

She saw only the additional triumph of Mrs.Slade in securing this rather remarkable man at the Zenith Club, something which she herself had never been able to do.