"Anybody can see," said Tregear, "that it has not been cut off the grass it stands upon."
"If I could find Mrs. Montacute Jones I'd ask her where she got it," said Lady Mabel.
"Are you coming?" asked Silverbridge impatiently.
"I don't think I am. I have been walking round the haycocks till I am tired of them."
"Anywhere else then?"
"There isn't anywhere else. What have you done with your American beauty? The truth is, Lord Silverbridge, you ask me for my company when she won't give you hers any longer. Doesn't it look like it, Miss Cassewary?"
"I don't think Lord Silverbridge is the man to forget an old friend for a new one."
"Not though the new friend be as lovely as Miss Boncassen?"
"I don't know that I ever saw a prettier girl," said Tregear.
"I quite admit it," said Lady Mabel. "But that is no salve for my injured feelings I have heard so much about Miss Boncassen's beauty for the last week, that I mean to get up a company of British females, limited, for the express purpose of putting her down. Who is Miss Boncassen that we are all to be put on one side for her?"