She can always get some tiresome person, whom she calls an 'expert,' to back her up.

But I believe in liking what you _do_ like, and not being bullied into what you don't like." "I suppose if one studies these things----" Elsie French began timidly.
"What's the good of studying!" cried Lady Barnes; "one has one's own taste, or one hasn't." Confronted with this form of the Absolute, Elsie French looked perplexed; especially as her own artistic sympathies were mainly with Daphne.

The situation was certainly awkward.

At the time of the Barnes's financial crash, and Sir Edward Barnes's death, Heston Park, which belonged to Lady Barnes, was all that remained to her and her son.

A park of a hundred acres and a few cottages went with the house; but there was no estate to support it, and it had to be let, to provide an income for the widow and the boy.