“One of the best.”
“Best of what?”
“Best of the best.”
Cicely murmured derisively:
“How illuminating!”
“Shut up, Cis. Mother knows what I mean.”
“I don’t,” said Lady Selina. “Your best of the best is always behind with his rent.”
Goodrich interposed a seasonable word. He was prepared to side with Brian against his august mother. The bishop of the diocese had been appointed by a Liberal Prime Minister. His lordship held advanced views upon the right administration of landed estates.
“He is a sound Churchman, Lady Selina.”
“Can you say as much of his son?” asked Lady Selina.