'In fact,' he said, 'there's nothing but the title wanting.' He was by this time on a level with the Duke in his elastic mind.
Olympus had been held in possession by the Countess about half an hour, when Lady Jocelyn mounted it, quite unconscious that she was scaling a fortified point.

The Countess herself fired off the first gun at her.
'It has been so extremely delightful up alone here, Lady Jocelyn: to look at everybody below! I hope many will not intrude on us!' 'None but the dowagers who have breath to get up,' replied her ladyship, panting.

'By the way, Countess, you hardly belong to us yet.

You dance ?' 'Indeed, I do not.' 'Oh, then you are in your right place.

A dowager is a woman who doesn't dance: and her male attendant is--what is he?
We will call him a fogy.' Lady Jocelyn directed a smile at Melville and Sir John, who both protested that it was an honour to be the Countess's fogy.
Rose now joined them, with Laxley morally dragged in her wake.
'Another dowager and fogy!' cried the Countess, musically.