Evidently she was mistress here, much more than her mother.

Everything seemed to be referred to her, to circle round her.
Presently there was a stir in the room.

Lord Waynflete asked for his carriage.
"Don't forget, my dear lady, that you open the new Town Hall next Wednesday," he said, as he made his way to Elizabeth.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"But you make the speech!" "Not at all.

They only want to hear you.

And there'll be a great crowd." "Elizabeth can't speak worth a cent!" said Philip, with brotherly candour.