People began to look anxiously to the door.
"Before we adjourn," said Lady Caroline, "I must do what it will be difficult to accomplish after supper;" and for the first time a sharp, sarcastic tone jarred in her smooth voice.

"I must introduce you especially to my husband.

Mr.Brithwood ?" "Madam." He lounged up to her.

They were a diverse pair.

She, in her well-preserved beauty, and Gallic artificial grace--he, in his coarse, bloated youth, coarser and worse than the sensualism of middle age.
"Mr.Brithwood, let me introduce you to a new friend of mine." The 'squire bowed, rather awkwardly; proving the truth of what Norton Bury often whispered, that Richard Brithwood was more at home with grooms than gentlemen.
"He belongs to this your town--you must have heard of him, perhaps met him." "I have more than had the pleasure of meeting Mr.Brithwood, but he has doubtless forgotten it." "By Jove! I have.