How the old lady held a balance in her mind as to the likelihood of his succession, trying, through English friends, to find the value and the course of property.

Of what nation she was, Mrs.Price could not say, and only knew that it must be a bad one.

She called herself the Countess of Ixorism, as truly pronounced in English; and she really was of good family too, so far as any foreigner can be.

And her daughter's name was Flittamore, not according to the right spelling, perhaps, but pronounced with the proper accent.
Flittamore herself did not seem to care, according to what Mrs.Price had been told, but left herself wholly in her mother's hands, being sure of her beauty still growing upon her, and desiring to have it admired and praised.

And the number of foreigners she always had about her sometimes made her real lover nearly give her up.