Dear Lady Tancred must be so enchanted." "I am sure you gave him good counsel," said the Duke, screwing his eyeglass which he wore on a long black ribbon into his whimsical old blue eye.

"But Tristram's a tender mouth, and a bit of a bolter--got to ride him on the snaffle, not the curb." Lady Highford looked down at her plate, while she gave an answer quite at variance with her own methods.
"Snaffle or curb, no one would ever try to guide Lord Tancred! And what is the charming lady like?
You all know her, of course ?" "Why, no," said His Grace.

"The uncle, Mr.Markrute, dined here the other night.

He's been very useful to the Party, in a quiet way and seems a capital fellow--but Ethelrida and I have never met the niece.

Of course, no one has been in town since the season, and she was not here then.