CHAPTER VIII.MRS.LAWRENCE FINCHLEY.
My lord had one of his wilful likings for Isabella Lawrence Finchley, and he consented to the torture of an hour of Mrs.Nargett Pagnell in the middle of the day, just to taste the favourite he welcomed at home as he championed her abroad.

The reasons were numerous and intimate why she pleased him.

He liked the woman, enjoyed the cause for battle that she gave.

Weyburn, on coming to the luncheon table, beheld a lady with the head of a comely boy, the manner, softened in delicate feminine, of a capital comrade.

Her air of candour was her nature in her face; and it carried a guileless roguery, a placid daring, a supersensual naughtiness, a simplicity of repose amid the smoky reputation she created, that led one to think the vapour calumnious or the creature privileged.