Fanny monologue — Fanny and the Servant Problem

[_still at desk_] Because they’re that sort. They honestly think they are doing the right and proper thing—that Providence has put it into their hands to turn me out a passable substitute for all a Lady Bantock should be; which, so far as I can understand, is something between the late lamented Queen Victoria and Goody-Two-Shoes. They are the people that I ran away from, the people I’ve told you about, the people I’ve always said I’d rather starve than ever go back to. And here I am, plumped down in the midst of them again—for life! [_Honoria Bennet_, _the_ “_still-room_” _maid_, _has entered_. _She is a pert young minx of about Fanny’s own age_.] What is is? What is it?