"I call Eglington unscrupulous and unreliable.

He has but one god--getting on; and he has got on, with a vengeance.

Whenever I look at that dear thing he's married, I feel there's no trusting Providence, who seems to make the deserving a footstool for the undeserving.

I've known Hylda since she was ten, and I've known him since the minute he came into the world, and I've got the measure of both.

She is the finest essence the middle class can distil, and he, oh, he's paraffin-vin ordinaire, if you like it better, a selfish, calculating adventurer!" Lord Windlehurst chuckled mordantly.