“You’re certain?” she asked. “Won’t they all handle me as though I am beneath them? They know all the dirty linen about why I’ve come to stay, I’m sure.” “Hardly,” Larissa patted Abby’s hand. “You are the esteemed ward of one of the wealthiest men in Charleston. You’ll see, that is one of the attractive peculiarities of America. It matters not where you’ve come from, only where you end up. It will all be arranged to your satisfaction.”
Position, propriety, and money were all to be admired and held in esteem.
