Then he paused.
'Well, what did I say ?' And Mrs.Smith prepared her lips for a new campaign.
Stephen, regretting that he had begun, since a volcano might be the consequence, was obliged to go on.
'You said I wasn't out of her class just before.' 'Yes, there, there! That's you; that's my own flesh and blood.

I'll warrant that you'll pick holes in everything your mother says, if you can, Stephen.

You are just like your father for that; take anybody's part but mine.

Whilst I am speaking and talking and trying and slaving away for your good, you are waiting to catch me out in that way.

So you are in her class, but 'tis what HER people would CALL marrying out of her class.