"But after all, Daphne, you know they _are_ Trescoes!"-- this with a defensive and protecting glance at the Lelys.
Daphne was sorry for it.

Her mouth tightened, and certain lines appeared about it which already prophesied what the years would make of the young face.

Yet it was a pretty mouth--the mouth, above all, of one with no doubts at all as to her place and rights in the world.

Lady Barnes had pronounced it "common" in her secret thoughts before she had known its owner six weeks.

But the adjective had never yet escaped the "bulwark of the teeth." Outwardly the mother and daughter-in-law were still on good terms.