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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: Lord Iffield it was because I didn't know the name of his eldest
son. The young man took no notice of Miss Saunt's appeal; he only
stared a moment and then on her repeating it quietly turned his
back. She was an odd creature: she didn't blush at this; she only
said to my mother apologetically, but with the frankest sweetest
amusement, "You don't mind, do you? He's a monster of shyness!"
It was as if she were sorry for every one--for Lord Iffield, the
victim of a complaint so painful, and for my mother, the subject of
a certain slight. "I'm sure I don't want him!" said my mother, but
Flora added some promise of how she would handle him for his
rudeness. She would clearly never explain anything by any failure
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