Oliver has plenty of time before him." "If he is turning his thoughts in that quarter," persisted Lady Niton, "I give him my blessing.

Well bred, handsome, and well off--what's your objection ?" Mrs.Fotheringham laughed impatiently.

"Really, Lady Niton, I made no objection." "You don't like her!" "I have only known her twenty-four hours.

How can I have formed any opinion about her ?" "No--you don't like her! I suppose you thought she talked stuff last night ?" "Well, there can be no two opinions about that!" cried Mrs.
Fotheringham.

"Her father seems to have filled her head with all sorts of false Jingo notions, and I must say I wondered Oliver was so patient with her." Lady Niton glanced at the thin fanatical face of the speaker.
"Oliver had great difficulty in holding his own.