"My dear, you are twenty times as good-looking, because you look what you are--a lady. She looks what she is--a----" Something in Anne's steady eyes disconcerted Mrs Trefusis, and she did not finish the sentence. She twitched her hands restlessly, and then went on: "And she can't come into a room. She sticks in the door. And she always calls you 'Lady Varney.' She hasn't called a girl a 'gurl' yet, but I know she will. I had thought my son's wife might make up to me a little for all I've gone through--might be a comfort to me--and then I am asked to put up with a vulgarian." Anne went on in a level voice: "Janet is not in the least vulgar, because she is unpretentious. Middle-class she may be, and is: so was my grandmother; but vulgar she is not. And she is absolutely devoted to George. He is in love with her, but she really loves him." "So she ought. He is making a great sacrifice for her, and, as I constantly tell him, one he will regret to his dying day." "On the contrary, he is only sacrificing his own pride and yours to--himself. He is considering only himself. He is marrying only to please himself, not----" Anne hesitated--"not to please Janet." "Now you are talking nonsense." "Yes, I think I am. It felt like sense, but by the time I had put it into words, it turned into nonsense. The little things you notice in Janet's dress and manner can be mitigated, if she is willing to learn." "She won't be," said Mrs Trefusis, with decision. "Because she is stupid. She will be offended directly she is spoken to. All stupid people are. Now come, Anne! Don't try and make black white. It doesn't help matters. You must admit the girl is stupid." Anne's gentle, limpid eyes looked deprecatingly into the elder woman's hard, miserable ones. "I am afraid she is," she said at last, and she coloured painfully. "And obstinate." "Are not stupid people always obstinate?" "No," said Mrs Trefusis. "I am obstinate, but no one could call me stupid." "It does not prevent stupid people being always obstinate, because obstinate people are not always stupid." "You think me very obstinate, Anne?" There were tears in the stern old eyes. "I think, dear, you have got to give way, and as you must, I want you to do it with a good grace, before you estrange George from you, and before that unsuspecting girl has found out that you loathe the marriage." "If she were not as dense as a rhinoceros, she would see that now." "How fortunate, in that case, that she is dense. It gives you a better chance with her. Make her like you. You can, you know. She is worth liking." "All my life," said Mrs Trefusis, "be they who they may, I have hated stupid people." "Oh! no. That is an hallucination. You don't hate George." Mrs Trefusis shot a lightning glance at her companion, and then smiled grimly. "You are the only person who would dare to say such a thing to me."