“I did see her.”
“But you did nothing! I quite depended on you! I was never so mortified!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. My efforts on your behalf have so far been entirely unavailing. Miss Grantham will not be bought off.”
“Good God!” said her ladyship, sinking down on to the nearest chair. “Then we are lost indeed! What is to be done?”
“I do not see that you can do anything to the purpose. You had better leave it in my hands. I am determined Adrian shall not lead that woman to the altar.”
Lady Mablethorpe shuddered. “Is she dreadful?”
“She is an impudent strumpet!” said Mr Ravenscar coldly.
“Really, Max! Not that I doubt it! I always knew she was a hateful creature. Tell me about her! Is she beautiful, or is that poor Adrian’s folly?”
“No, she is extremely handsome,” responded Ravenscar.
“In a vulgar style, I conclude? A painted hussy?”