vaingloriousness

Yes—vaingloriousness on the part of Mrs. Yellam.

The little selfish vaingloriousness of the moment is so readily pardoned, while the truffle is on your fork, or the ruby claret half way to your lips.

Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear, And query, "What does this vaingloriousness down here?"

To be able to say, "Yes, here I am, despite all your forebodings and all your predictions,—I knew it was 'in me'!" is a very proud thing, and such a moment of vaingloriousness is pardonable enough.

Nor was it without a certain vaingloriousness that Grog would speak of these, as, cigar in mouth and his hands deep in his breeches pockets, he grunted out, in broken sentences, the great triumphs of his life.