She is the city and the suburb transplanted to the midst of corn, and grass, and cattle.

She has her maid, skilled in the toilet, her carriage and pair and pony carriage, grooms, footmen, just exactly as she would have done had she brought her magnificent dowry to a villa at Sydenham.
In the season, with her daughter, she goes to town, and drives daily in the park, just the same as to-day she has driven through the leaf-strewn country-lane to the market town.

They go also to the sea-side, and now and then to the Continent.

They are, of course, invited to the local balls, and to many of the best houses on more private occasions.

The ramifications of finance do not except the proudest descendants of the Crusaders, and the 'firm' has its clients even among them.