She sported a crest and all that, and they found out that she hadn't a particle of right to it.

Her father had struck it rich in some lumber deal, and _bought_ a gallery of ancestral portraits, and paid a man a small fortune to fix him up a coat of arms.

She had no end of money, but she wasn't the real thing, and Cornie says that paste diamonds won't go down with _this_ school.

They can spot them every time." Ethelinda made no comment for a moment, but presently asked in a strained tone, "Did you have any doubts of Miss Berkeley's claims?
Is that why you looked her up in the peerage ?" "No," said Mary, honestly.

"I was looking for my own name.