"You do not know my father."
"Is he so inexorable?"
"It is not that, Mabel. But he is so unhappy. I cannot add to his unhappiness by taking part against him."
In another part of the room Lady Cantrip was busy with Lord Popplecourt. She had talked about pheasants, and had talked about grouse, had talked about moving the address in the House of Lords in some coming Session, and the great value of political alliances early in life, till the young peer began to think that Lady Cantrip was the nicest of women. Then after a short pause she changed the subject.
"Don't you think Lady Mary very beautiful?"
"Uncommon," said his Lordship.
"And her manners so perfect. She has all her mother's ease without any of that— You know what I mean."
"Quite so," said his Lordship.
"And then she has got so much in her."
"Has she though?"