Then they know that there are plenty more to come, and they hang back.

But further on, people have just got into an extravagant humour, and would go bargain-hunting to fifty sales a day.

Later still, they find out that they've got all they want." "And a great deal that they don't want," put in Uncle Buller.
"Which is all the same thing," said Aunt Theresa.

"So I shall sell about the middle." Which she did, demanding her friends' condolences beforehand on the way in which her goods and chattels would be "given away," and receiving their congratulations afterwards upon the high prices that they fetched.
To do Aunt Theresa justice, if she was managing, she was quite honest.
[Eleanor is shocked by some of the things I say about people in our own rank of life.

She believes that certain vulgar vices, such as cheating, lying, gluttony, petty gossip, malicious mischief-making, etc., are confined to the lower orders, or, as she wisely and kindly phrases it, to people who know no better.