He's not Val Elster any longer; he is Lord Hartledon: better-looking than ever his brother was, and will make a better husband, for he'll be more easily led." "I would not marry Val for the whole world," she said, with strong emotion.

"I dislike him; I hate him; I never could be a wife to Val Elster." "We'll see," said the dowager, pushing up her front, of which she had just caught sight in a glass.
"Thank Heaven, there's no fear of it!" resumed Maude, collecting her senses, and sitting down again with a relieved sigh; "he is to marry Anne Ashton.

Thank Heaven that he loves her!" "Anne Ashton!" scornfully returned the countess-dowager.

"She might have been tolerated when he was Val Elster, not now he is Lord Hartledon.

What notions you have, Maude!" Maude burst into tears.