"I am really sorry for him.

I hope he will not feel it too strongly.

They feel strongly, father and son." "And select wisely," Adrian added.
"That's another thing," said Lady Blandish.
Their talk was then of the dulness of neighbouring county people, about whom, it seemed, there was little or no scandal afloat: of the lady's loss of the season in town, which she professed not to regret, though she complained of her general weariness: of whether Mr.Morton of Poer Hall would propose to Mrs.Doria, and of the probable despair of the hapless curate of Lobourne; and other gossip, partly in French.
They rounded the lake, and got upon the road through the park to Lobourne.

The moon had risen.

The atmosphere was warm and pleasant.
"Quite a lover's night," said Lady Blandish.
"And I, who have none to love pity me!" The wise youth attempted a sigh.
"And never will have," said Lady Blandish, curtly.