"I hope that won't be your fate, darling," was the spiteful reply, for Lady Richardson always scratched back.
"Oh, my face is my fortune, Fanny. Jim, poor dear spendthrift, has left me with only a few thousands, which won't last long."
"I should think not, in your hands, dear. But there is Mr. Askew and Dr. Demetrius--both admire you."
"Admiration does not necessarily mean marriage. And at present I think more of my loss than of a second husband."
"So sweet of you, and so proper. But you might take a look at the market. Mr. Trent, now, the South African. He's a millionaire."
"So I should think, from his manners."
"Lord Canvey!"
"Would give me a grandmother-in-law of the worst."
"Sir Jacob Machpelah!"
"The man who has taken his name from Abraham's cemetery? I suppose he thought it sounded Scotch. No, thanks. My name is Hebrew, but my tastes are Gentile."