"I never have found out what that gentleman's name is yet," said Lady Rosina.
"Pountney, I think.

I believe they call him Major Pountney." "Oh, Pountney! There are Pountneys in Leicestershire.

Perhaps he is one of them ?" "I don't know where he comes from," said the Duke,--"nor, to tell the truth, where he goes to." Lady Rosina looked up at him with an interested air.

"He seems to be one of those idle men who get into people's houses heaven knows why, and never do anything." "I suppose you asked him ?" said Lady Rosina.
"The Duchess did, I dare say." "How odd it would be if she were to suppose that you had asked him." "The Duchess, no doubt, knows all about it." Then there was a little pause.

"She is obliged to have all sorts of people," said the Duke apologetically.
"I suppose so,--when you have so many coming and going.