"The gentlemen have so much to say about hunting which nobody can understand! But now this delightful man has scattered poison all over the country there is something that comes home to our understanding.

I declare myself a Goarlyite at once, Lord Rufford, and shall put myself under the Senator's leading directly he comes." During all this time not a word had been said of John Morton, the master of Bragton, the man to whose party these new-comers belonged.
Lady Augustus and Arabella clearly understood that John Morton was only a peg on which the invitation to them had been hung.

The feeling that it was so grew upon them with every word that was spoken,--and also the conviction that he must be treated like a peg at Rufford.
The sight of the hangings of the room, so different to the old-fashioned dingy curtains at Bragton, the brilliancy of the mirrors, all the decorations of the place, the very blaze from the big grate, forced upon the girl's feelings a conviction that this was her proper sphere.

Here she was, being made much of as a new-comer, and here if possible she must remain.

Everything smiled on her with gilded dimples, and these were the smiles she valued.