But he remained unmoved from no want of enthusiasm.

A spark of pleasure actually beamed in his eye as he saw the triumphant entrance of his wife.

He felt that he had made a match that was becoming to him as a great nobleman, and that the world was acknowledging that he had done his duty.

And yet Lady Dumbello had been simply the daughter of a country parson, of a clergyman who had reached no higher rank than that of an archdeacon.

"How wonderfully well that woman has educated her," the countess said that evening in her dressing-room, to Margaretta.