Was Evan intoxicated, and his dreadful secret unlocked last night?
'And who may have told you of this, Conning ?' she asked.
Maria plunged into one of the boxes, and was understood to say that nobody in particular had told her, but that among other flying matters it had come to her ears.
'My brother is Charity itself,' sighed the Countess.

'He welcomes high or low.' 'Yes, but, my lady, a tailor!' Maria repeated, and the Countess, agreeing with her scorn as she did, could have killed her.

At least she would have liked to run a bodkin into her, and make her scream.

In her position she could not always be Charity itself: nor is this the required character for a high-born dame: so she rarely affected it.
'Order a fly: discover the direction Mr.Harrington has taken; spare me further remarks,' she said; and Maria humbly flitted from her presence.
When she was gone, the Countess covered her face with her hands.

'Even this creature would despise us!' she exclaimed.
The young lady encountered by Mr.Raikes on the road to Fallow field, was wrong in saying that Beckley would be seen out before the shades of evening caught up the ball.