'Very well, I will see.

It must be a night in the early part of the week after next, then: I really don't know why I should serve you; but I like your courage.' 'I cannot consent to accept your ladyship's favour on account of one single virtue,' said he, drooping.
She waved him to move forward.
During this frothy dialogue, I could see that the ear of the assembly had been caught by the sound of it.
'That,' my father informed me, 'is the great Lady Wilts.

Now you will notice a curious thing.

Lady Wilts is not so old but that, as our Jorian here says of her, she is marriageable.

Hence, Richie, she is a queen to make the masculine knee knock the ground.