"All the laws are made for the lower classes.

They have compensations for everything, and they have openings to rise to the top of the tree if they wish to.

It is wretched landlords like my uncle and myself who are oppressed!" and he smiled delightedly, he was so happy to hear her talk.
"When I shall know I shall perhaps find it all interesting," she continued to the Duke.
"Between us we shall have to instruct you thoroughly, eh, Tristram, my boy?
And then you must be a great leader, and have a salon, as the ladies of the eighteenth century did: we want a beautiful young woman to draw us all together." "Well, don't you think I have found you a perfect specimen, Uncle!" Tristram exclaimed; and he raised his glass and kissed the brim, while he whispered: "Darling, my sweet lady--I drink to your health." But this was too much for Zara--he was overdoing the part--and she turned and flashed upon him a glance of resentment and contempt.
Beyond the Duke sat Jimmy Danvers, and then Emily Guiscard and Lord Coltshurst, and the two young people exchanged confidences in a low voice.
"I say, Emily, isn't she a corker ?" Sir James said.

"She don't look a bit English, though, she reminds me of a--oh, well, I'm not good at history or dates, but some one in the old Florentine time.

She looks as if she could put a dagger into one or give a fellow a cup of poison, without turning a hair." "Oh, Jimmy! how horrid," exclaimed Emily.