Not so his friend, Lord Doltimore, who has a little too much of the green-room lounge and French _cafe_ manner for my taste." "Doltimore, Legard, names new to me; I never met them at the rectory." "Possibly they are staying at Admiral Legard's, in the neighbourhood.
Miss Merton made their acquaintance at Knaresdean.

A good old lady--the most perfect Mrs.Grundy one would wish to meet with--who owns the monosyllabic appellation of Hare (and who, being my partner, trumped my king!) assured me that Lord Doltimore was desperately in love with Caroline Merton.

By the way, now, there is a young lady of a proper age for you,--handsome and clever, too." "You talk of antidotes to matrimony; and so Miss Cameron--" "Oh, no more of Miss Cameron now, or I shall sit up all night; she has half turned my head.

I can't help pitying her,--married to one so careless and worldly as Lord Vargrave, thrown so young into the whirl of London.

Poor thing! she had better have fallen in love with Legard,--which I dare say she will do, after all.