"Yes," said Molly, a little dubiously. She was not fond of his lordship.
"So handsome."
"Yes."
"Such breeding."
"I suppose so."
"I should be very happy," said Mrs. Waddington, "if a man like Lord Hunstanton asked you to be his wife."
Molly fiddled with the trimming of her dressing-jacket. This was not the first time the subject had come up between her stepmother and herself. A remark like the one just recorded was Mrs. Waddington's idea of letting fall a quiet hint.
"Well...." said Molly.
"What do you mean, well?"
"Well, don't you think he's rather stiff?"