CHAPTER VII.
"Three more invitations!--since lunch," said Mrs.Hooper, as she came into the schoolroom, where her elder daughter sat by the window renovating a garden hat.
Her mother dropped the envelopes on a small table beside Alice, and sitting down on the other side of it, she waited for her daughter's comments.
Alice threw down her work, and hastily opened the notes.

She flushed an angry pink as she read them.
"I might as well not exist!" she said shortly, as she pushed them away again.
For two of the notes requested the pleasure of Dr.and Mrs.Hooper's and Lady Constance Bledlow's company at dinner, and the third, from a very great lady, begged "dear Mrs.Hooper" to bring Lady Constance to a small party in Wolsey College Gardens, to meet the Chancellor of the University, a famous Tory peer, who was coming down to a public, meeting.

In none of the three was there any mention of the elder Miss Hooper.
Mrs.Hooper looked worried.

It was to her credit that her maternal feeling, which was her only passion, was more irritated by this sudden stream of invitations than her vanity was tickled.
What was there indeed to tickle anybody's vanity in the situation?
It was all Constance--Constance--Constance! Mrs.Hooper was sometimes sick of the very name "Lady Constance Bledlow," It had begun to get on her nerves.

The only defence against any sort of "superiority," as some one has said, is to love it.