"Temporary!" cries Mrs. Mac (who was kind enough to
make a call on Mrs. Pendennis, and treat that lady to a piece of her
mind). "Do you suppose, madam, that it could be otherwise? Do you suppose
that worlds would induce me to stay in a house where I have received such
treatment; where, after I and my daughter had been robbed of every
shilling of our fortune, where we are daily insulted by Colonel Newcome
and his son? Do you suppose, ma'am, that I do not know that Clive's
friends hate me, and give themselves airs and look down upon my darling
child, and try and make differences between my sweet Rosa and me--Rosa
who might have been dead, or might have been starving, but that her dear
mother came to her rescue? No, I would never stay. I loathe every day
that I remain in the house--I would rather beg my bread--I would rather
sweep the streets and starve--though, thank God, I have my pension as the
widow of an officer in Her Majesty's Service, and I can live upon that--
and of that Colonel Newcome cannot rob me; and when my darling love needs
a mother's care no longer, I will leave her.
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