'What's the good of being cross?
It's you who are mistress here.' Elizabeth fell back a step in dismay.
'I do think you ought to explain,' she said after a moment.

'If I had done anything you didn't like--anything you thought unkind, I should be very very sorry.' Pamela rose from her seat.

Elizabeth's tone seemed to her pure hypocrisy.

All the bitter, poisonous stuff she had poured out to Desmond the night before was let loose again.

Stammering and panting, she broke into the vaguest and falsest accusations.
She was ignored--she was a nobody in her own home--everybody knew it and talked of it.