"Just like this: 'Mrs.Robert Browne requests the pleasure of Miss So-and-so's company at dinner on the 17th of Whatever-it-is.

Please reply by return steamer.' Won't it be fun?
Bobby, please send down to the bank for the stamps.

I'm going to make out a list." After that it was no unusual thing to see large packages of carefully stamped envelopes going to sea in the ships that came for the mail.
"And I'd like so much to meet these native Americans that you are asking," said Lady Agnes sweetly, and without malice.

"I've always wondered if the first families over there show any trace of their wonderful, picturesque Indian blood." "Our first families came from England, Lady Deppingham," said Drusilla, biting her lips.
"Indeed?
From what part of England ?" Of course, that query killed every chance for a sensible discussion.
One morning during the first week in February, the steamer from Aden brought stacks of mail--the customary newspapers, magazines, novels, telegrams and letters.

It was noticed that her ladyship had several hundred letters, many bearing crests or coats-of-arms.
At last, she came to a letter of many pages, covered with a scrawl that looked preposterously fashionable.
"Nouveau riche," thought Drusilla Browne, looking up from her own letters.