'Well, life is made up of getting over things,' responded her husband.
'But not things so disgraceful as this, Fettercairn!'
'Is this son of yours in his senses?'
'Who is that loves? it has been asked,' said the culprit referred to.
'A marriage between you and a penniless girl in her rank of life is not to be thought of, Lennard.'
'Her rank of life, father?'
'Yes!'
'Her father's rank was superior to that of the first of our family, when life began with him.'
'What is that to you or to me now?'
'Much to me.'