She was not accustomed to be disapproved of, and it filled her with a vague terror as though she had done something wrong ignorantly.
She glided out of the room like a shadow.

As she went, Lady Drummond's unlowered voice followed her.
"Your choice is a very odd one, Anne Hamilton.

That gawky child, all eyes and forehead.

I remember I wanted you to have my excellent Miss Bradley." "I wouldn't have your excellent Bradley for an hour...." But Mary had fled beyond the hearing of the voices.

She had no curiosity to hear any more of Lady Drummond's unflattering remarks concerning her.
Once again she longed for Wistaria Terrace.