"Selina? yes, that is her Christian name; I saw it one day on her handkerchief. Where was the use of your making a mystery over it? Why couldn't you say that you knew her?"
"I made no mystery, my good fellow. I did not know it was Selina Dalrymple you were speaking of. I used to meet her years ago at Court Netherleigh. Whom has she married? What's her name?"
"What is the matter with you?" cried Captain Stanley, looking at the viscount. "You call her Selina Dalrymple, and then ask what her name is. Do you suppose she bears one name, and her husband another?"
"She has never married Oscar Dalrymple!" exclaimed Lord Winchester, in lively tones. "Has she?"
"Her husband is the only Dalrymple I know of in the land of the living. A cold, dry, wizen-faced man."
"So he, Master Oscar! it is better to be born lucky than rich. Moat Grange and its fairest flower! You did not bargain for that, once upon a time. Poor Robert Dalrymple! he was nobody's enemy but his own."
"You mean her brother. He went out of the world ungenteelly, I believe, as Miss Bailey's ghost says. I did not know him."
"The Oscar Dalrymples are up in town for the season, I suppose?"
"Ay. They have taken part of a small house in Berkeley Street—not being rich."
"Anything but that, I should fancy."