The common lot?
Why, I'm devoted to the common lot! Strike an alliance with me, and I promise you that you shall have plenty of it.
You shall separate from nothing whatever--not even from your friend Miss Stackpole." "She'd never approve of it," said Isabel, trying to smile and take advantage of this side-issue; despising herself too, not a little, for doing so.
"Are we speaking of Miss Stackpole ?" his lordship asked impatiently.

"I never saw a person judge things on such theoretic grounds." "Now I suppose you're speaking of me," said Isabel with humility; and she turned away again, for she saw Miss Molyneux enter the gallery, accompanied by Henrietta and by Ralph.
Lord Warburton's sister addressed him with a certain timidity and reminded him she ought to return home in time for tea, as she was expecting company to partake of it.

He made no answer--apparently not having heard her; he was preoccupied, and with good reason.

Miss Molyneux--as if he had been Royalty--stood like a lady-in-waiting.
"Well, I never, Miss Molyneux!" said Henrietta Stackpole.

"If I wanted to go he'd have to go.