There is a pertinacity, shameless and violent, which gains its ends, be the crowd between never so dense.

It is possible that Mr.Smith would have ousted her had he dared.

It is possible he had to pay forfeit to the rightful tenants, and in private cursed her for an old jade and a brimstone.

But when a viscountess sits herself down in the middle of a room and declines to budge, she cannot with decency be taken up like a sack of hops and dumped in the passage.
Her ladyship, therefore, won, and had the pleasure of viewing from the coveted window the scene between Julia and Sir George; a scene which gave her the profoundest satisfaction.

What she could not see--her eyes were no longer all that they had been--she imagined.