"Yes, yes; but what men--younger men, I mean?"
"Let me see; there was Towcester--"
"No, not he; her ladyship would not have thought him objectionable, whatever I might."
"What? what the deuce are you muttering, Ronald?"
"I beg your pardon, Duncan--thinking aloud only; it's a horrible habit I've fallen into. Well, who besides Towcester?"
"O, Severn, and Roderick Douglas, and Charley Jefferson--"
"Ah, Charley Jefferson; he's just the same, of course?"
"O yes, he's as jolly as ever."
"Yes; but I mean, is he as devoted as he was to Lady Fairfax?"
"O, worse; most desperate case of--no, by the way, though, I forgot; I think he has cooled off--"