Mr and Mrs Lupex hardly came under that denomination; and when she gave them up her big front bedroom at a hundred a year, she knew she was doing wrong.

And she was troubled, too, about her own daughter Amelia, who was already over thirty years of age.

Amelia was a very clever young woman, who had been, if the truth must be told, first young lady at a millinery establishment in Manchester.

Mrs Roper knew that Mrs Eames and Mrs Cradell would not wish their sons to associate with her daughter.

But what could she do?
She could not refuse the shelter of her own house to her own child, and yet her heart misgave her when she saw Amelia flirting with young Eames.
"I wish, Amelia, you wouldn't have so much to say to that young man." "Laws, mother." "So I do.