She is twenty-four, and girls marry so young, nowadays." "Carton and she can make up for lost time later on," Mr.Foley insisted.

"Maraton goes to-morrow.

To-night I am relying upon Elisabeth to look after him.

For some reason or other, they seem to get on together excellently." Lady Grenside took Lord Carton into one of the corners of her brother's quaint and delightful drawing-room, to explain the matter.
"My dear Jack," she began, "never be a politician." "I like that!" the young man answered.

"Lady Elisabeth has been talking to me for half an hour before dinner, trying to get me to interest myself in what she calls serious objects." "Oh, it's all right, so far as the man is concerned!" Lady Grenside amended.