Orlando Guise had come by his outward showiness naturally.

Yet he was not like his mother, save in this particular.

His mother was flighty and had no sense, while he, behind the gaiety of his wardrobe and his giggles, had very much sense of a quite original kind.

Even as he whistled Meyerbeer, riding towards Tralee, his eyes had a look of one who was trying to see into things; and his lips, when the whistling ceased, had a cheerful pucker which seemed to show that he had seen what he wanted.
"Wonder if I'll get a glimpse of the so-called Mrs.Mazarine," he said aloud.

"Bad enough to marry a back-timer, but to marry Mazarine--they don't say she's blind, either! Money--what won't we do for money, Mary?
But if she's as young as they say, she could have waited a bit for the oof-bird to fly her way.