“That’s what has brought me up to town. Lady Littletown has been stealing a march on you, and is trying to egg him on to propose elsewhere.”
“The wretched scheming creature! Oh! No, no, it is impossible. You are mistaken, my boy.”
“Oh no, I’m not. The old chap is quite on there at Hampton Court. But of course he has no chance.”
“Stop! At Hampton Court? Who is the lady?”
“One of the Miss Dymcoxes’ nieces, living with her aunts in the Palace.”
“Philippa Dymcox’s niece?”
“Yes.”
“Not a Miss Riversley?”
“That’s the name, mamma.”
“How horrible!—Riversleys! Why, they are connected with the Huishes. That Mr John Huish’s father married a Miss Riversley.”