She, too, was unwillingly aware of some alteration.
"Is she such a grand lady as you expected ?" asked she.
"Oh, my dear, grandeur's a humbug, let me tell you.

Gracious! by the time I'd been there a week, I could put it on as well as anybody.

Aunt Margaret, she was no end of a swell, and all that; but, as for grandeur!--And she was such an odd old thing.

Sometimes I seemed to like her, and sometimes she almost made me faint.

Once in a while I thought she was trying to pump me about something; though, to be sure, there was nothing in me to be pumped.