Ifyouhad，you’dhaverecollectedthattherewassuchaword，evenifyoudidn’trememberwhatitwas。Ifyou’veneverreadthosestories，theywouldbejustthethingtobeguileyoursolitude—vastlyimprovingandmoral，andyetquitesufficientlyinteresting。I’lllendthemtoyouwhileyou’reallalone。’’I’mnotalone。I’mnotathome，butonavisittotheMissBrownings。’’ThenI’llbringthemtoyou。IknowtheMissBrownings；theyusedtocomeregularlyontheschool—daytotheTowers。PecksyandFlapsyIusedtocallthem。IliketheMissBrownings；onegetsenoughofrespectfromthematanyrate；andI’vealwayswantedtoseethekindofm&eacute；nageofsuchpeople。I’llbringyouawholepileofMissEdgeworth’sstories，mydear。’Mollysatequitesilentforaminuteortwo；thenshemusteredupcouragetospeakoutwhatwasinhermind。’Yourladyship’（thetitlewasthefirstfruitsofthelesson，asMollytookit，onpayingduerespect）—’yourladyshipkeepsspeakingofthesortof—theclassofpeopletowhichIbelongasifitwasakindofstrangeanimalyouweretalkingabout；yetyoutalksoopenlytomethat——’’Well，goon—Iliketohearyou。’Stillsilence。’Youthinkmeinyourheartalittleimpertinent—now，don’tyou？’saidLadyHarriet，almostkindly。Mollyheldherpeacefortwoorthreemoments；

　　thensheliftedherbeautiful，honesteyestoLadyHarriet’sface，andsaid，—’Yes！—alittle。ButIthinkyouagreatmanyotherthings。’’We’llleavethe\"otherthings\"forthepresent。Don’tyousee，littleone，Italkedaftermykind，justasyoutalkafteryourkind。It’sonlyonthesurfacewithbothofus。Why，IdaresaysomeofyourgoodHollingfordladiestalkofthepoorpeopleinamannerwhichtheywouldconsiderasimpertinentintheirturn，iftheycouldhearit。ButIoughttobemoreconsideratewhenIrememberhowoftenmybloodhasboiledatthemodesofspeechandbehaviourofoneofmyaunts，mamma’ssister，Lady——No！

　　Iwon’tnamenames。Anyonewhoearnshislivelihoodbyanexerciseofheadorhands，fromprofessionalpeopleandrichmerchantsdowntolabourers，shecalls\"persons。\"Shewouldneverinhermostslip—sloptalkaccordthemeventheconventionaltitleof\"gentlemen；\"andthewayinwhichshetakespossessionofhumanbeings，\"mywoman，\"\"mypeople，\"—but，afterall，itisonlyawayofspeaking。Ioughtnottohaveusedittoyou；

　　butsomehowIseparateyoufromalltheseHollingfordpeople。’’Butwhy？’perseveredMolly。’I’moneofthem。’’Yes，youIare。But—nowdon’treprovemeagainforimpertinence—mostofthemaresounnaturalintheirexaggeratedrespectandadmirationwhentheycomeuptotheTowers，andputonsomuchpretencebywayoffinemanners，thattheyonlymakethemselvesobjectsofridicule。Youatleastaresimpleandtruthful，andthat’swhyIseparateyouinmyownmindfromthem，andhavetalkedunconsciouslytoyouasIwould——Well！nowhere’sanotherpieceofimpertinence—asIwouldtomyequal—inrank，Imean；

　　forIdon’tsetmyselfupinsolidthingsasanybetterthanmyneighbours。

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