How, in heaven's name, had she ruined his life?
He took especial delight in directing her attention to the upward progress of the discredited Lutie.
That attractive young person, much to Mrs.Tresslyn's disgust, actually had insinuated her vulgar presence into comparatively good society, and was coming on apace.

Blithe, and gay, and discriminating, the former "mustard girl" was making a place for herself among the moderately smart people.

Now and then her name appeared in the society columns of the newspapers, where, much to Mrs.Tresslyn's annoyance, she was always spoken of as "Mrs.George Dexter Tresslyn." Moreover, in several instances, George's mother had found her own name printed next to Lutie's in the alphabetical list of guests at rather large entertainments, and once,--heaven forfend that it should happen again!--the former "mustard girl's" picture was published on the same page of a supplement with that of the exclusive Mrs.Tresslyn and her daughter, Mrs.Templeton Thorpe, over the caption: "The Tresslyn Triumvirate," supplied by a subsequently disengaged art editor.
George came near to being turned out into the street one day when he so far forgot himself as to declare that Lutie was worth the whole Tresslyn lot put together, and she ought to be thankful she had had "the can tied to her" in time.

His mother was livid with fury.
"If you ever mention that person's name in this house again, you will have to leave it forever.

If she's worth anything at all it is because she has appropriated the Tresslyn name that you appear to belittle.