We'll have to swallow the whole lot, I suppose." "I rather like Mr.Markrute, Papa," Ethelrida said.

"I talked to him the other night for the first time; he is extremely intelligent.

We ought not to be so prejudiced, perhaps, just because he is a foreigner, and in the City.

I've asked him on the 2nd, too--you don't mind?
I will leave the note to-day; Tristram particularly wished it." "Then we'll have to make the best of it, pet.

I daresay you are right, and one ought not to be prejudiced about anything, in these days." And then he patted his daughter's smoothly brushed head, and went out again.
Lady Ethelrida drove in the ducal carriage (the Duke insisted upon a carriage, in London), to Park Lane, and was handing her cards to her footman to leave, when Francis Markrute himself came out of the door.
His whole face changed; it seemed to grow younger.