Mrs. Marsham was by no means satisfied with the way in which she was treated. She would not have cared to go at all to Lady Monk's party had she supposed that she would have to make her entry there alone. With Lady Glencora she would have seemed to receive some of that homage which would certainly have been paid to her companion. The carriage called, moreover, before she was fully ready, and the footman, as he stood at the door to hand her in, had been very sulky. She understood it all. She knew that Lady Glencora had positively declined her companionship; and if she resolved to be revenged, such resolution on her part was only natural. When she reached Lady Monk's house, she had to make her way up stairs all alone. The servants called her Mrs. Marsh, and under that name she got passed on into the front drawing-room. There she sat down, not having seen Lady Monk, and meditated over her injuries.

Mrs. Marsham was by no means satisfied with the way she was treated. She would not have cared to go to Lady Monk's party if she had known that she would have to make her entry there alone, without a share of the homage which would certainly have been paid to Lady Glencora. If she resolved to be revenged, such resolution was only natural. When she reached Lady Monk's house, she had to make her way upstairs all alone. She sat down in the front drawing room, and meditated on her injuries.
