She was not used to playing "second fiddle" in any company.

She was in the habit of absorbing the most of the attention in her immediate vicinity.

Mr.
Princeman or Mr.Hollis would neither one ignore her in that way, to say nothing of Billy Westlake.
She was glad when they reached Meadow Brook.

Their whole talk had been of marsh pulp, and company organization, and preferred and common stock, and who was to get it, and how much they were to pay for it, and how they were going to cut the throats of the wood pulp manufacturers, and how much profit they were going to make from the consumers and with all that, not a word for her.

Not a single word! Not even an apology! Oh, it was atrocious! As soon as they drew up to the porch she rose, and before Sam could jump down to open the door of the tonneau she had opened it for herself and sprung out.
"I'll hunt up father right away for you," she stated courteously.
"Glad to have met you, Mr.Creamer.