"I think you have the pleasure of knowing Lady Ongar?"
"Knowing who?" said Sophie, almost shrieking.
"Lady Ongar."
During the last day or two Sophie's mind had been concerned very much with her dear Julie, but had not been concerned at all with the affairs of Captain Clavering, and, therefore, when Lady Ongar's name was mentioned, her mind went away altogether to the quarrel, and did not once refer itself to the captain. Could it be that this was an attorney, and was it possible that Julie would be mean enough to make claims upon her? Claims might be made for more than those twenty pounds. "And you," she said, "do you know Lady Ongar?"
"I have not that honour myself."
"Oh, you have not; and do you want to be introduced?"
"Not exactly,—not at present; at some future day I shall hope to have the pleasure. But I am right in believing that she and you are very intimate? Now what are you going to do for my friend Archie Clavering?"
"Oh-h-h!" exclaimed Sophie.
"Yes. What are you going to do for my friend Archie Clavering? Seventy pounds, you know, ma'am, is a smart bit of money!"
"A smart bit of money, is it? That is what you think on your leetle property down in Warwickshire."