'Every one does.'
'The reason, perhaps, she goes there.'
'I can assure you, mother, that Bel—Miss Chevenix—is a very proud girl.'
'Likely enough—many vulgarians are; but, if she is so proud as you say, we must teach her what her real position is—the daughter of a village attorney—of our local agent—the granddaughter of a farmer.'
'One of the oldest families on the estate.'
'Enough—she will make the hundred and fourth person invited.'
'If she accepts,' said Jerry.
'If she accepts!' repeated his mother, with elevated brows, as she added the girl's name to her list, and tossed the golden pen from her white jewelled fingers.
'At the last meet at Salthill, she came with Miss Cheyne of Essilmont,' said Jerry.
'I have heard of that girl—the daughter of a broken-down Scottish baronet. But all kinds of horrid people go, with the highest in rank, to these rough gatherings.'