at these official luncheons in a place which her small egotism resented, had watched her sister-in-law from a distance, envying her dress, her title, her wealth, bitterly angry that Ewen’s sister should have a place in the world that Ewen’s wife could never hope to touch, and irrevocably deciding that Ella Risborough was “fast” and gave herself airs.  Nor did the afternoon visit, when the Risboroughs, with great difficulty, had made time for the family call on the Hoopers, supply any more agreeable memories.  Ella Risborough had been so rapturously glad to see her brother, and in spite of a real effort to be friendly had had so little attention to spare for his wife!  It was true she had made much of the Hooper children, and had brought them all presents from Italy.  But Mrs. Hooper had chosen to think the laughing sympathy and evident desire to please “affectation,” or patronage, and had been vexed in her silent corner to see how little her own two girls could hold their own beside Constance.

As for Lord Risborough, he had frankly found it difficult to remember Mrs. Hooper’s identity, while on the other hand he fell at once into keen discussion of some recent finds in the Greek islands with Ewen Hooper, to whom in the course of half an hour it was evident that he took a warm liking.  He put up his eye-glass to look at the Hooper children; he said vaguely, “I hope that some day you and Mrs. Hooper will descend upon us in Rome;” and then he hurried his wife away with the audible remark—­“We really must get to Blenheim, Ellie, in good time.  You promised the Duchess—­”

So ill-bred—­so snobbish—­to talk of your great acquaintances in public!  And as for Lady Risborough’s answer—­“I don’t care twopence about the Duchess, Hugh! and I haven’t seen Ewen for six years,”—­it had been merely humbug, for she had obediently followed her husband, all the same.

Recollections of this kind went trickling through Mrs. Hooper’s mind, roused by Ewen’s angry defence of his sister.  It was all very well, but now the long-legged child had grown up, and was going to put her—­Ellen Hooper’s—­daughters in the shade, to make them feel their inferiority, just as the mother had done with herself.  Of course the money was welcome.  Constance was to contribute three hundred a year, which was a substantial addition to an income which, when all supplemental earnings—­exams, journalism, lectures—­were counted, rarely reached seven hundred.  But they would be “led into expenses”—­the maid was evidently a most exacting woman; and meanwhile, Alice, who was just out, and was really quite a pretty girl, would be entirely put in the background by this young woman with her forward manner, and her title, and the way she had as though the world belonged to her.  Mrs. Hooper felt no kinship with her whatever.  She was Ewen’s blood—­not hers; and the mother’s jealous nature was all up in arms for her own brood—­especially for Alice.  Nora could look after herself, and invariably did.  Besides Nora was so tiresome!  She was always ready to give the family case away—­to give everything away, preposterously.  And, apropos, Mrs. Hooper expressed her annoyance with some silly notions Nora had just expressed to her.