The proudest lot I know for a woman would be the thorough conquest of Lord Mauleverer; but it is impossible.
He may be gallant, but he will never be subdued.

He defies the whole female world, and with justice and impunity.

Enough of him.

Sing to me, dear Lucy." The time for the ball approached; and Lucy, who was a charming girl and had nothing of the angel about her, was sufficiently fond of gayety, dancing, music, and admiration to feel her heart beat high at the expectation of the event.
At last the day itself came.

Brandon dined alone with Mauleverer, having made the arrangement that he, with the earl, was to join his brother and niece at the ball.