"It won't come in our time." Her lip showed her scorn.
"That's what we all think.

Meanwhile you will perhaps admit that a little charity greases the wheels." "_You_ must, because you are a woman; and women are made for charity--and aristocracy." "Do you suppose you know so much about women ?" she asked him, rather hotly.

"I notice it is always the assumption of the people who make most mistakes." "Oh! I know enough to steer by!" he said, smiling, with a little inclination of his curly head, as though to propitiate her.

"How like you are to that portrait!" Marcella started, and saw that he was pointing to the woman's portrait beside the window--looking from it to his hostess with a close considering eye.
"That was an ancestress of mine," she said coldly, "an Italian lady.

She was rich and musical.