“The Marquess seems to keep a remarkably good table,” said the physician. “There was a haunch to-day, which I really think was the finest haunch I ever met with; but that little move at dinner; it was, to say the least, very ill-timed.”
“Yes, that was Vivian Grey again,” said Miss Graves, very indignantly.
“So you have got the Beaconsfields here, Miss Graves! nice, unaffected, quiet people.”
“Yes, very quiet.”
“As you say, Miss Graves, very quiet, but a little heavy.”
“Yes, heavy enough.”
“If you had but seen the quantity of pineapples that boy Dormer Stanhope devoured at our fête champètre! but I have the comfort of knowing that they made him very ill; eh! Dr. Sly?”
“Oh! he learnt that from his uncle,” said Miss Graves; “it is quite disgusting to see how that Vivian Grey encourages him.”
“What an elegant, accomplished woman Mrs. Felix Lorraine seems to be, Miss Graves! I suppose the Marchioness is very fond of her?”
“Oh, yes; the Marchioness is so good-natured that I dare say she thinks very well of Mrs. Felix Lorraine. She thinks well of everyone; but I believe Mrs. Felix is rather a greater favourite with the Marquess.”