little flirtations between her and Nidderdale,—­meaning nothing, as every one knew that Nidderdale must marry money; but in none of them had he spoken to her as he spoke when he met her in Madame Melmotte’s drawing-room.  She could see it in the faces of people as they greeted her in the park,—­ especially in the faces of the men.  She had always carried herself with a certain high demeanour, and had been able to maintain it.  All that was now gone from her, and she knew it.  Though the thing was as yet but a few days old she understood that others understood that she had degraded herself.  ‘What’s all this about?’ Lord Grasslough had said to her, seeing her come into a room behind Madame Melmotte.  She had simpered...