The noisy sympathy and wild speculations of the Tinleys and Copleys had to be endured.  On the whole, the feeling toward Emilia was kind, and the hope that she would come to no harm was fervently expressed by all the ladies; frequently enough, also, to show the opinion that it might easily happen.  On such points Mrs. Chump never failed to bring the conversation to a block.  Supported as they were by Captain Gambier, Edward Buxley, Freshfield Sumner, and more than once by Sir Twickenham (whom Freshfield, launching angry shafts, now called the semi-betrothed, the statistical cripple, and other strong things that show a developing genius for street-cries and hustings—­epithets in every member of the lists of the great Rejected, or of the jilted who can affect to be philosophical), notwithstanding these aids, the ladies of Brookfield were crushed by Mrs. Chump.  Her main offence was, that she revived for them so much of themselves that they had buried.  “Oh! the unutterably sordid City life!” It hung about her like a smell of London smoke.  As a mere animal, they passed her by, and had almost come to a state of mind to pass her off.  It was the phantom, or rather the embodiment of their First Circle, that they hated in the woman.  She took heroes from the journals read by servant-maids; she thought highly of the Court of Aldermen; she went on public knees to the aristocracy; she was proud, in fact, of all City appetites.  What, though none saw the peculiar sting?  They felt it; and one virtue in possessing an ‘ideal’ is that, lodging in you as it does, it insists upon the interior being furnished by your personal satisfaction, and not by the blindness or stupidity of the outer world.  Thus, in one direction, an ideal precludes humbug.  The ladies might desire to cloak facts, but they had no pleasure in deception.  They had the feminine power of extinguishing things disagreeable, so long as nature or the fates did them no violence.  When these forces sent an emissary to confound them, as was clearly the case with Mrs. Chump, they fought.  The dreadful creature insisted upon shows of maudlin affection that could not be accorded to her, so that she existed in a condition of preternatural sensitiveness.  Among ladies pretending to dignity of life, the horror of acrid complaints alternating with public offers of love from a gross woman, may be pictured in the mind’s eye.  The absence of Mr. Pole and Wilfrid, which caused Mrs. Chump to chafe at the restraint imposed by the presence of males to whom she might not speak endearingly, and deprived the ladies of proper counsel, and what good may be at times in masculine authority, led to one fierce battle, wherein the great shot was fired on both sides.  Mrs. Chump was requested to leave the house:  she declined.  Interrogated as to whether she remained as an enemy, knowing herself to be so looked upon, she said that she remained to save them from the dangers they invited.  Those dangers she named, observing that Mrs. Lupin,