'His brother married one of the sisters.

By the way, he's coming, too.

He ought to clear up the mystery.' 'Now you're sneering, Drummond,' said Rose: 'for you know there 's no mystery to clear up.' Drummond and Lady Jocelyn began talking of old Tom Cogglesby, whom, it appeared, the former knew intimately, and the latter had known.
'The Cogglesbys are sons of a cobbler, Rose,' said Lady Jocelyn.

'You must try and be civil to them.' 'Of course I shall, Mama,' Rose answered seriously.
'And help the poor Countess to bear their presence as well as possible,' said Drummond.

'The Harringtons have had to mourn a dreadful mesalliance.