'It will be odious, and I shall be so sorry for poor Mrs Prothero.

You must settle there yourself, Colonel Vaughan.' 'A poor lonely bachelor with no money!' 'Hem--hem, you might find a wife, I should think,' suggested Mr Gwynne.
'There is a beautiful girl in this neighbourhood with thirty thousand pounds at her disposal.' 'Oh, papa!' said Freda frowning perceptibly, 'such an empty-headed, insipid idiot would be dear at a hundred thousand.' Colonel Vaughan looked at Freda to see whether she was jealous, but could not quite understand the frown.
Soon after luncheon he took his leave, with promises to make Glanyravon his head-quarters if he remained any time in the country..