Countess, isn't it your duty to rescue him ?' The Countess bowed, and murmured to Sir John: 'A dismissal!' 'I fear my fascinations, Lady Jocelyn, may not compete with those fresh young persons.' 'Ha! ha! "fresh young persons,"' laughed Sir John for the ladies in question were romping boisterously with Mr.Harry.
The Countess inquired for the names and condition of the ladies, and was told that they sprang from Farmer Conley, a well-to-do son of the soil, who farmed about a couple of thousand acres between Fallow field and Beckley, and bore a good reputation at the county bank.
'But I do think,' observed the Countess, 'it must indeed be pernicious for any youth to associate with that class of woman.

A deterioration of manners!' Rose looked at her mother again.

She thought 'Those girls would scorn to marry a tradesman's son!' The feeling grew in Rose that the Countess lowered and degraded her.

Her mother's calm contemplation of the lady was more distressing than if she had expressed the contempt Rose was certain, according to her young ideas, Lady Jocelyn must hold.
Now the Countess had been considering that she would like to have a word or two with Mr.Harry, and kissing her fingers to the occupants of Olympus, and fixing her fancy on the diverse thoughts of the ladies and gentlemen, deduced from a rapturous or critical contemplation of her figure from behind, she descended the slope.
Was it going to be a happy day?
The well-imagined opinions of the gentleman on her attire and style, made her lean to the affirmative; but Rose's demure behaviour, and something--something would come across her hopes.

She had, as she now said to herself, stopped for the pic-nic, mainly to give Caroline a last opportunity of binding the Duke to visit the Cogglesby saloons in London.