Speaking of Lashmar, she mentioned his acquaintance with Lord Dymchurch, and inquired whether Mrs.Toplady knew that modest peer.
"He is only a name to me," was the reply, "and I should rather like to see him in the flesh.

Mr.Lashmar must bring him to Pont Street--if he can." "That's what I'm a little doubtful about," said Lady Ogram.

"I have been thinking it might help us if a real live lord casually walked about Hollingford with our candidate.

We have to use means, you know." The old lady grimaced her scorn, and the leader of Society smiled.

One thing Mrs.Toplady had learnt which interested her, that her autocratic friend's faith in Dyce Lashmar as a "coming man" was unaffected and sturdy.