"They all seem to look at me as though they didn't know who I was." "You'll get over that soon, Jane." "I suppose I shall; but you see, they're all like knowing each other, miss." Alice, when she sat down alone, felt herself to be very much in the same condition as her maid.

What would the Duchess of St Bungay or Mr Jeffrey Palliser,--who himself might live to be a duke if things went well for him,--care for her?
As to Mr Palliser, the master of the house, it was already evident to her that he would not put himself out of his way for her.

Had she not done wrong to come there?
If it were possible for her to fly away, back to the dullness of Queen Anne Street, or even to the preachings of Lady Macleod, would she not do so immediately?
What business had she,--she asked herself,--to come to such a house as that?
Lady Glencora was very kind to her, but frightened her even by her kindness.

Moreover, she was aware that Lady Glencora could not devote herself especially to any such guest as she was.

Lady Glencora must of course look after her duchesses, and do pretty, as she called it, to her husband's important political alliances.
And then she began to think about Lady Glencora herself.