"Why Mrs. Bonteen?"
"Because next to myself she's the most talkative and political woman we have. She was at our house yesterday, and I'm not quite sure that she doesn't intend to cut me out."
"We must put her down, Lady Glen."
"Perhaps she'll put me down now that we're half shelved. The men did make such a racket, and yet no one seemed to speak for two minutes except Mr. Gresham, who stood upon my pet footstool, and kicked it almost to pieces."
"Was Mr. Finn there?"
"Everybody was there, I suppose. What makes you ask particularly about Mr. Finn?"
"Because he's a friend."
"That's come up again, has it? He's the handsome Irishman, isn't he, that came to Matching, the same day that brought you there?"
"He is an Irishman, and he was at Matching, that day."
"He's certainly handsome. What a day that was, Marie! When one thinks of it all,—of all the perils and all the salvations, how strange it is! I wonder whether you would have liked it now if you were the Dowager Duchess."