"What a fine place Canada is getting! I am thinking of sending my third son there." Mariette bowed.
"There will be room for him." "I am afraid he hasn't brains enough to do much here--but perhaps in a new country--" "He will not require them?
Yes, it is a common opinion," said Mariette, with composure.

Lord Waynflete stared a little, and returned to his hostess.

Mariette betook himself to Elizabeth for tea, and she introduced him to the girl in white, who looked at him with enthusiasm, and at once threw over her bevy of young men, in favour of the spectacled and lean-faced stranger.
"You are a Catholic, Monsieur ?" she asked him, fervently.

"How I envy you! I _adore_ the Oratory! When we are in town I always go there to Benediction--unless Mamma wants me at home to pour out tea.

Do you know Cardinal C---- ?" She named a Cardinal Archbishop, then presiding over the diocese of Westminster.
"Yes, mademoiselle, I know him quite well.