"Can you, Lisa ?" "I don't believe it," said Lord Waynflete, "but it don't matter.

All they want is that a Gaddesden should say something.

Ah, Mrs.
Gaddesden--how glorious the Romney looks to-night!" He turned to the fireplace, admiring the illuminated picture, his hands on his sides.
"Is it an ancestress ?" Mariette addressed the question to Elizabeth.
"Yes.

She had three husbands, and is supposed to have murdered the fourth," said Elizabeth drily.
"All the same she's an extremely handsome woman," put in Lord Waynflete.
"And as you're the image of her, Lady Merton, you'd better not run her down." Elizabeth joined in the laugh against herself and the speaker turned to Anderson.
"You'll find this place a perfect treasure-house, Mr.Anderson, and I advise you to study it--for the Radicals won't leave any of us anything, before many years are out.

You're from Manitoba?
Ah, you're not troubled with any of these Socialist fellows yet! But you'll get 'em--you'll get 'em--like rats in the corn.