What did you object to ?' 'I don't think they were the best kind of people.' 'The best kind?
I suppose they are what you call ladies and gentlemen ?' 'You must have felt that they were not quite the same as the Westlakes, for instance.' 'The Westlakes!' He named them sneeringly, to Adela's astonishment.

And he added as he walked towards the door: 'There isn't much to be said for some of the people you meet there.' A new complexity was introduced into her life.

Viewed by this recent light, Mutimer's behaviour since the return from London was not so difficult to understand; but the problem of how to bear with it became the harder.

There were hours when Adela's soul was like a bird of the woods cage-pent: it dashed itself against the bars of fate, and in anguish conceived the most desperate attempts for freedom.

She could always die, but was it not hard to perish in her youth and with the world's cup of bliss untasted?
Flight?
Ah! whither could she flee?
The thought of the misery she would leave behind her, the disgrace that would fall upon her mother--this would alone make flight impossible.