39/52 It is the skim of the milk of the old noblesse. Do you know what a Legitimist is, or an Ultramontane? I say go, but no one is admitted who can't show his fifty quarterings." "And this is the lady you propose to me to marry ?" asked Newman. "A lady I can't even approach ?" "But you said just now that you recognized no obstacles." Newman looked at Mrs.Tristram a while, stroking his mustache. "Is she a beauty ?" he demanded. |