Social class indeed!
“Mrs Fitz-Adam—I suppose”—
“No, madam. I must draw a line somewhere. p. 100Mrs Jamieson would not, I think, like to meet Mrs Fitz-Adam. I have the greatest respect for Mrs Fitz-Adam—but I cannot think her fit society for such ladies as Mrs Jamieson and Miss Matilda Jenkyns.”
They decide to exclude Mrs. Fitz-Adam and then in the next chapter... the ladies are excluded from visiting Lady Glenmire. (Until they are not.)
It was really a relief to Miss Matty when Mrs Jamieson came on a very unpolite errand. I notice that apathetic people have more quiet impertinence than others; and Mrs Jamieson came now to insinuate p. 112pretty plainly that she did not particularly wish that the Cranford ladies should call upon her sister-in-law. I can hardly say how she made this clear; for I grew very indignant and warm, while with slow deliberation she was explaining her wishes to Miss Matty, who, a true lady herself, could hardly understand the feeling which made Mrs Jamieson wish to appear to her noble sister-in-law as if she only visited “county” families. Miss Matty remained puzzled and perplexed long after I had found out the object of Mrs Jamieson’s visit.
A little while afterwards Miss Pole returned, red and indignant. “Well! to be sure! You’ve had Mrs Jamieson here, I find from Martha; and we are not to call on Lady Glenmire. Yes! I met Mrs Jamieson, half-way between here and Mrs Forrester’s, and she told me; she took me so by surprise, I had nothing to say. I wish I had thought of something very sharp and sarcastic; I dare say I shall to-night. And Lady Glenmire is but the widow of a Scotch baron after all! I went on to look at p. 113Mrs Forrester’s Peerage, to see who this lady was, that is to be kept under a glass case: widow of a Scotch peer—never sat in the House of Lords—and as poor as Job, I dare say; and she—fifth daughter of some Mr Campbell or other. You are the daughter of a rector, at any rate, and related to the Arleys; and Sir Peter might have been Viscount Arley, every one says.”
These two chapters had me laughing in stitches, and reminded me of last week when I joined my high school lady friends for lunch. Our group seems to be growing as the months go by, and now we have others wanting to join us. As we were sitting at the restaurant mentioning others who have learned of our monthly luncheons asking to join us it became a bit lively and complicated. Myself and four of the original ladies have agreed to include already five others. So, as one of the newbies mentioned another lady wanting to join, a couple of the other ladies said if she comes they will not come because they don't care for her. One of the ladies revealed when she was invited a couple months ago and refused saying she had other plans, she lied because she thought this person was going to come also. Oh my heavens, I just sat there for the longest time trying to understand who this person was, why they didn't like her and why anyone bothered to suggest she join us. Now we are in a bit of a pickle and I just don't know where this is going. I feel like the Cranford ladies, only I have jokingly named our little luncheon group, The Housewives of Monroe County. Women, we can be such great friends and yes, awful foes from time to time.