They tell me Miss Batchelor is interested in you." "I am not interested in Miss Batchelor.

Who is she ?" "She is only Miss Batchelor of Meriden Court--the richest land-owner in Leicestershire." "Good heavens! Why doesn't somebody marry her ?" "Miss Batchelor, they say, is much too clever for that." "Is she ?" And Tyson laughed, a little brutally.
* * * * * Of course everybody called on the eccentric newcomer when they saw that the Morleys had taken him up.

But before they had time to ask each other to meet him, Mr.Nevill Tyson had imported his own society from Putney or Bohemia, or some of those places.
That was his first mistake.
The next was his marriage.

In fact, for a man in Tyson's insecure position, it was more than a mistake; it was madness.

He ought to have married some powerful woman like Miss Batchelor, a woman with ideas and money and character, to say nothing of an inviolable social reputation.
But men like Tyson never do what they ought.