A Fair Fraud — page 192: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Fraud 181 days’ acquaintance, it was not in him to offer her such an insult. He meant to give her plenty of time, and to take lots of time himself. Just at the present moment her attention was a good deal taken up by the requirements of the Messrs Grigson—these gentlemen having gathered from inquiries made of the butler that the young lady presiding at the breakfast-table ‘ was not Mrs Drury’s daughter but her com- panion, proceeded after the manner of. their kind to treat her with scanty civility. Mr Grigson, the father, was a vulgar old man, who could be polite to the verge of ser- vility to those above him in the world, but whose underbred discourteousness came out in intercourse with those whom he considered his inferiors. He looked upon Marion as very decidedly his inferior—‘only the companion’ he called her in his own mind—and he spoke to her exactly as if she had been a servant or a barmaid. ‘Another lump of sugar, miss, had been his first remark to her as he pushed back his cup across the table, ‘and you might be a little more liberal of your cream.’ Marion looked a little astonished, but she made no reply, and proceeded to comply i in silence with his request. After which, Mr Joseph Grigson, the son, GOMMGIOO <S (GO)