Sinopsis

“, Hazel,” said Mrs Thorne, “ this—we may be reduced in circumstances; we may have been compelled by misfortune to come down into this wretched little town, and to live in this miserable, squeezy, poorly-furnished house or cottage, with the light kept out by the yellow glass, and scarcely a chimney that does not smoke; we may be compelled to dress shab—” “Yes, yes, mother dear—” “Bily,” said Mrs Thorne, with indignant emphasis on of the interruption, “but this, Hazel, you are a lady.” “Forgive me for interrupting you, mother.”