He does not like her any more.
He was distinctly bored at the prospect of her visit this time.

He did not resent it at all when I called her an upholstered old lady.

I really think," she added, with modest justice, "that I am rather good at poisoning people's minds against their undesirable friends." She paused, debating how long it would take her to separate Mathilde from the Wayne boy; and recalling that this was no topic for an invalid, she smiled at him and went down-stairs.
"My dear Adelaide!" said Mrs.Baxter, enveloping her in a powdery caress.
"How wonderfully you're looking, Mrs.Baxter," said Adelaide, choosing her adverb with intention.
"Now tell me, dear," said Mrs.Baxter, with a wave of a gloved hand, "what are those Italian embroideries ?" "Those ?" Adelaide lifted her eyebrows.

"Ah, you're in fun! A collector like you! Surely you know what those are." "No," answered Mrs.Baxter, firmly, though she wished she had selected something else to comment on.
"Oh, they are the Villanelli embroideries," said Adelaide, carelessly, very much as if she had said they were the Raphael cartoons, so that Mrs.
Baxter was forced to reply in an awestruck tone: "You don't tell me! Are they, really ?" Adelaide nodded brightly.

She had not actually made up the name.