Felix Mariette, of Quebec.

According to Elizabeth, he had come over to attend a Catholic Congress in London.
Mrs.Gaddesden understood that he was an Ultramontane, and that she was not to mention to him the word "Empire." She knew also that Elizabeth had made arrangements with a neighbouring landowner, who was also a Catholic, that he should be motored fifteen miles to Mass on the following morning, which was Sunday; and her own easy-going Anglican temper, which carried her to the parish church about twelve times a year, had been thereby a good deal impressed.
How well those furs became Elizabeth! It was a chill frosty evening, and Elizabeth's slight form was wrapped in the sables which had been one of poor Merton's earliest gifts to her.

The mother's eye dwelt with an habitual pride on the daughter's grace of movement and carriage.

"She is always so distinguished," she thought, and then checked herself by the remembrance that she was applying to Elizabeth an adjective that Elizabeth particularly disliked.

Nevertheless, Mrs.Gaddesden knew very well what she herself meant by it.