In London Mrs Greenow had been among Londoners, and her career had hitherto been provincial.

Her spirit, no doubt, had been somewhat cowed by the novelty of her position.

But when she felt herself to be once beyond the stones as the saying used to be, she was herself again; and at Ipswich she had ordered Jeannette to get her a glass of sherry with an air which had created a good deal of attention among the guards and porters.
The fly was procured; and with considerable exertion all Mrs Greenow's boxes, together with the more moderate belongings of her niece and maid, were stowed on the top of it, round upon the driver's body on the coach box, on the maid's lap, and I fear in Kate's also, and upon the vacant seat.
"The large house in Montpelier Parade," said Mrs Greenow.
"They is all large, ma'am," said the driver.
"The largest," said Mrs Greenow.
"They're much of a muchness," said the driver.
"Then Mrs Jones's," said Mrs Greenow.

"But I was particularly told it was the largest in the row." "I know Mrs Jones's well," said the driver, and away they went.
Mrs Jones's house was handsome and comfortable; but I fear Mrs Greenow's satisfaction in this respect was impaired by her disappointment in finding that it was not perceptibly bigger than those to the right and left of her.

Her ambition in this and in other similar matters would have amused Kate greatly had she been a bystander, and not one of her aunt's party.