She rose, made a sweeping courtesy, and addressed Lady Clementina
with such a manner as people of Mrs Marshal's ambitions put off
and on like their clothes.
"Pray, take a seat, ma'am, such as it is," she said, with a wave
of her hand. "I believe I have had the pleasure of seeing you at
our place."
Lady Clementina sat down: the room was too small to stand in, and
Mrs Marshal seemed to take the half of it.
"I am not aware of the honour," she returned, doubtful what the
woman meant--perhaps some shop or dressmaker's. Clementina was
not one who delighted in freezing her humbler fellow creatures, as
we know; but there was something altogether repulsive in the would
be grand but really arrogant behaviour of her fellow visitor.
"I mean," said Mrs Marshal, a little abashed, for ambition is not
strength, "at our little Bethel in Kentish Town! Not that we live
there!" she explained with a superior smile.
"Oh! I think I understand. You must mean the chapel where this
gentleman was preaching."
"That is my meaning," assented Mrs Marshal.
"I went there tonight," said Clementina, turning with some timidity
to Mr Graham. "That I did not find you there, sir, will, I hope,
explain--"Here she paused, and turned again to Mrs Marshal. "I see
you think with me, ma'am, that a true teacher is worth following.
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