Indeed, she was not quite sure herself whether the statement was true or false, though she would not have made it so frequently had her idea of the truth been a fixed idea.

It had all been explained to her;--but there had been something about a second son, and there was no second son.

Perhaps she might have a second son yet,--a future little Lord Fawn, and he might inherit it.

In regard to honesty, the man was superior to the woman, because his purpose was declared, and he told no lies;--but the one was as mercenary as the other.

It was not love that had brought Lord Fawn to Mount Street.
"What is the name of your place in Ireland ?" she asked.
"There is no house, you know." "But there was one, Frederic ?" "The town-land where the house used to be, is called Killeagent.