“Fine complexion! as Lady Clonbrony says, when she means a high colour,” said Lady Langdale.
“Miss Nugent is not a lady’s beauty,” said Mrs. Dareville. “Has she any fortune, colonel?”
“‘Pon honour, don’t know,” said the colonel.
“There’s a son, somewhere, is not there?” said Lady Langdale.
“Don’t know, ‘pon honour,” replied the colonel.
“Yes—at Cambridge—not of age yet,” said Mrs. Dareville. “Bless me! here is Lady Clonbrony come back. I thought she was gone half an hour ago!”
“Mamma,” whispered one of Lady Langdale’s daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs. Dareville, “who is that gentleman that passed us just now?”
“Which way?”
“Towards the door.—There now, mamma, you can see him. He is speaking to Lady Clonbrony—to Miss Nugent—now Lady Clonbrony is introducing him to Miss Broadhurst.”
“I see him now,” said Lady Langdale, examining him through her glass; “a very gentlemanlike looking young man indeed.”