"She said what they always say--that the effect I produce is, though at first upsetting, one that little by little they find it possible to get used to.

The world's full of people who are getting used to me," Mr.Mitchett concluded.
"It's what _I_ shall never do, for you're quite too great a luxury!" Mrs.Brookenham declared.

"If I haven't threshed you out really MORE with Nanda," she continued, "it has been from a scruple of a sort you people never do a woman the justice to impute.

You're the object of views that have so much more to set them off." Mr.Mitchett on this jumped up; he was clearly conscious of his nerves; he fidgeted away a few steps and then, his hands in his pockets, fixed on his hostess a countenance more controlled.

"What does the Duchess mean by your daughter's being--as I understood you to quote her just now--'damaged and depraved' ?" Mrs.Brookenham came up--she literally rose--smiling.