But she held her ground.
'What do you suppose I mean?
I don't meant court trains and courtesies--I really don't.' Fenwick was silent a moment, and then said--aggressively--' We can't all of us have the same chances--as Mr.Welby, for instance.' Madame de Pastourelles looked at him in astonishment.

What an extraordinary obsession! They seemed not to be able to escape from Arthur Welby's name: yet it never cropped up without producing some sign of irritation in this strange young man.

Poor Arthur!--who had always shown himself so ready to make friends, whenever the two men met--as they often did--in the St.James's Square drawing-room.
Fenwick's antagonism, indeed, had been plain to her for some time.
It was natural, she supposed; he was clearly very sensitive on the subject of his own humble origin and bringing-up; but she sighed that a perverse youth should so mismanage his opportunities.
As to 'chances,' she declared rather tartly that they had nothing to do with it.

It was natural to Arthur Welby to make himself agreeable.
'Yes--like all other kinds of aristocrats,' said Fenwick, grimly.
Madame de Pastourelles frowned.
'Of all the words in the dictionary--that word is the most detestable!' she declared.

'It ought to be banished.