“She picked up a jug of warm water which a housemaid had just brought, and dashed it full in the face of her new instructress. Miss Slighcarp reeled under the impact- her bonnet came off; so did her gray hair, which, apparently, was a wig, leaving her bald, dripping, and livid with rage.”
″‘I was looking for my cousin Sylvia, who is arriving this evening.’
‘I am aware of the fact,’ Miss Slighcarp replied coldly, ‘but that does not excuse bad manners. Where, pray, is your curtsy?‘”