" Look,” said Agatha, “I would like to speak to Mr. Bassett.” “I am Mrs. Bassett.” Her eyes raked Agatha from head to foot. You could leave the Birmingham slum, thought Agatha, but it was always there, deep inside, waiting to make you feel inferior. "

― M.C. Beaton , A Spoonful of Poison (Agatha Raisin, #19)