"They're all right."
"The Duchess? I hear she's not so well——"
"Oh! nonsense—Well as she's been any time these last thirty years."
"Yes? So—I'm glad. But the other Beaminsters? Ah! I must go quickly and call—To see them burst asunder, that will be most amusing——"
Christopher laughed. "You won't see the Duke or Richard Beaminster burst," he said—"They're like you—no personal feeling."
"And the girl?"
"Lady Seddon?"
"Yes. She'll stir things up. She's not a Beaminster, or only enough of one to make her hate the family. And she does hate them, hein?"
"Oh, my dear Brun, you've got an absurdly exaggerated view about everything. You'd twist the Beaminsters into anything to make them fit your theory."
"Oh, they'll fit it right enough. But I must be in at the death. We'll meet there together, Christopher. Things will occur before we're much older, my sentimentalist."