She lost her head, lost her temper and her opportunity along with it, and fell into useless scolding.
"You are extremely inconsequent and childish sometimes, Damaris," she said.

"I find it most trying when I attempt to talk to you upon practical subjects, really pressing subjects, and you either cannot or will not concentrate.

What can you expect in the future when you are thrown more on your own resources, and have not me--for instance--always to depend upon, if you moon through life like this?
It must lead to great discomfort not only for yourself but for others.

Pray be warned in time." Damaris turned in her chair at the head of the table.

A station not unconnected, in Theresa's mind, with the internal ordering of those same air-built castles, and consistently if furtively coveted by her.