Tell me there is no title!" "How do you know all that ?" Kendal exclaimed, laughing.
"But there is no title--never has been." Elfrida drew a long sigh of relief, and held him with her eyes as if he had just been snatched away from, some impending danger.

"So now you are--what do you say in this country ?--a landed proprietor.

You belong to the country gentry.

In America I used to read about the country gentry in _London Society_--all the contributors and all the subscribers to _London Society_ used to be country gentry, I believe, from what I remember.

They were always riding to hounds, and having big Christmas parties, and telling ghost stories about the family, diamonds." "All very proper," Kendal protested against the irony of her tone.
"Oh, if one would be quite _sure_ that it will not make any difference," Elfrida went on, clasping her knee with her shapely gloved hands.