There was something very winning in her haughty manner, and it became more familiar--I was going to say more easy, but that could hardly be--as she spoke to him over her shoulder.
"I presume this is your other ward, Miss Clare ?" He presented Ada, in form.
"You will lose the disinterested part of your Don Quixote character," said Lady Dedlock to Mr.Jarndyce over her shoulder again, "if you only redress the wrongs of beauty like this.

But present me," and she turned full upon me, "to this young lady too!" "Miss Summerson really is my ward," said Mr.Jarndyce.

"I am responsible to no Lord Chancellor in her case." "Has Miss Summerson lost both her parents ?" said my Lady.
"Yes." "She is very fortunate in her guardian." Lady Dedlock looked at me, and I looked at her and said I was indeed.
All at once she turned from me with a hasty air, almost expressive of displeasure or dislike, and spoke to him over her shoulder again.
"Ages have passed since we were in the habit of meeting, Mr.
Jarndyce." "A long time.

At least I thought it was a long time, until I saw you last Sunday," he returned.
"What! Even you are a courtier, or think it necessary to become one to me!" she said with some disdain.

"I have achieved that reputation, I suppose." "You have achieved so much, Lady Dedlock," said my guardian, "that you pay some little penalty, I dare say.