She was not a fool, and could read these signs with sufficient accuracy. There had been 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, had tried to laugh, and had then turned away her face. "Impudent scoundrel!" 
She was not a fool, and could read these signs. She could see it in the faces of people - especially the men - as they greeted her in the park. She already 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 tried to laugh, and had then turned away her face.
"Impudent scoundrel!" 