Was it possible?
Harry went about asking everybody he met.
The initiated were discreet; those who had the whispers were open.

A bare truth is not so convincing as one that discretion confirms.

Harry found the detestable news perfectly true.
'Stop it by all means if you can,' said his father.
'Yes, try a fall with Rose,' said his mother.
'And I must sit down to dinner to-day with a confounded fellow, the son of a tailor, who's had the impudence to make love to my sister!' cried Harry.

'I'm determined to kick him out of the house!--half.' 'To what is the modification of your determination due ?' Lady Jocelyn inquired, probably suspecting the sweet and gracious person who divided Harry's mind.
Her ladyship treated her children as she did mankind generally, from her intellectual eminence.

Harry was compelled to fly from her cruel shafts.
He found comfort with his Aunt Shorne, and she as much as told Harry that he was the head of the house, and must take up the matter summarily.