She told him she saw no reason why people should stick to their husbands or wives longer than it pleased them--and that in America nobody did! He doesn't wish Mrs.Mountford to see much of her;--though, really, my dear, I don't think Mrs.M.is likely to give him trouble--do you?
And I hear, of course, that she thinks us all dull and stuck-up, and as ignorant as savages.

It's so odd she shouldn't even want to be liked!--a young woman in a strange neighbourhood.

But she evidently doesn't, a bit.

Warton declares she's already tired of Roger--and she's certainly not nice to him.
What can be the matter?
Anyway, dear Duchess, _do_ come, and help us through." "What, indeed, can be the matter ?" repeated Chloe lightly, as she handed back the letter.
"Angela Warton never knows anything.

But there's not much need for _you_ to ask, my dear," said the Duchess quietly.
Mrs.Fairmile turned an astonished face.
"Me ?" The Duchess, more bulky, shapeless and swathed than usual, subsided on a chair, and just raised her small but sharp eyes on Mrs.Fairmile.
"What can you mean ?" said Chloe, after a moment, in her gayest voice.