"He was in Ireland, burrowing among those tarnished baubles, his titles, and stripping the Irish Peter to clothe the English Paul."
"He means to make Hamley his home? From Ireland these furnishings come?"
"So it seems. Henceforth the Cloistered House will have its doors flung wide. London and all the folk of Parliament will flutter along the dunes of Hamley."
"Then the bailiff will sit yonder within a year, for he is but a starved
Irish peer."
"He lives to-day as though he would be rich tomorrow. He bids for fame and fortune, Davy."
"'Tis as though a shirtless man should wear a broadcloth coat over a cotton vest."
"The world sees only the broadcloth coat. For the rest—"
"For the rest, Faith?"
"They see the man's face, and—"
His eyes were embarrassed. A thought had flashed into his mind which he considered unworthy, for this girl beside him was little likely to dwell upon the face of a renegade peer, whose living among them was a constant reminder of his father's apostasy. She was too fine, dwelt in such high spheres, that he could not think of her being touched by the glittering adventures of this daring young member of Parliament, whose book of travels had been published, only to herald his understood determination to have office in the Government, not in due time, but in his own time. What could there be in common between the sophisticated Eglington and this sweet, primitively wholesome Quaker girl?