"Put that shawl on me." She slightly stooped her shoulders to receive it, and the pretty girl lightly dropped it in its place.

The Frenchwoman stood unnoticed, looking on with her lips very tightly set.
"I am sorry," said Lady Dedlock to Mr.Jarndyce, "that we are not likely to renew our former acquaintance.

You will allow me to send the carriage back for your two wards.

It shall be here directly." But as he would on no account accept this offer, she took a graceful leave of Ada--none of me--and put her hand upon his proffered arm, and got into the carriage, which was a little, low, park carriage with a hood.
"Come in, child," she said to the pretty girl; "I shall want you.

Go on!" The carriage rolled away, and the Frenchwoman, with the wrappers she had brought hanging over her arm, remained standing where she had alighted.
I suppose there is nothing pride can so little bear with as pride itself, and that she was punished for her imperious manner.