However, you will call on Lady Delville to-day ?" "If you wish it, certainly." "I do." Lady Delville was a proud, great lady; not very much liked and not so often invited by her equals as if she had been agreeable and a flirt.
Constance knew with whom she had to treat.

She called on Lady Delville that day.

Lady Delville was at home: a pretty and popular Mrs.Trevor was with her.
Lady Delville received her coolly--Constance was haughtiness itself.
"You go to the Duchess of Daubigny's to-night ?" said Lady Delville in the course of their broken conversation.
"Indeed I do not.

I like agreeable society.

It shall be my object to form a circle that not one displeasing person shall obtain access to.
Will you assist me, my dear Mrs.Trevor ?"--and Constance turned, with her softest smile, to the lady she addressed.
Mrs.Trevor was flattered: Lady Delville drew herself up.
"It is a small party at the duchess's," said the latter; "merely to meet the Duke and Duchess of C----." "Ah, few people are capable of giving a suitable entertainment to the royal family." "But surely none more so than the Duchess of Daubigny--her house so large, her rank so great!" "These are but poor ingredients towards the forming of an agreeable party," said Constance, coldly.