"Why, you hussy----" Lavinia did not wait to hear more.

She brushed past her mother and then her strength failing her for a moment, she clutched the back of the last box to steady herself.
This box was that in which Dobson, the young cattle dealer was seated.
Dobson was human.

He fell instantly under the spell of those limpid, imploring eyes, the tremulous lips, and he rose and proffered his seat.
The act of courtesy was unfortunate.

It accentuated Mrs.Fenton's rage.
Her heart was torn by jealousy.

That Lavinia had shaken her head and refused the seat made not the slightest difference.