"Well, then old Mafferton turned up here a week ago.

Since then I haven't been waltzing in as I did before.
Old lady seems to think there's a chance of keeping the family pure English--seems to think she'd like it better--see?
At least, I take it that way; he's cousin to a lord," Dick added dejectedly, "and you know financially I've been coming through a cold season." "It's awkward," I admitted, "but old ladies of no family are like that over here.

I know Mrs.Portheris is an old lady of no family, because she's a connection of ours, you see.

What about Isabel?
Can't you tell the least bit ?" "How can a fellow?
She blushes just as much when he speaks to her as when I do." "But are you quite sure," I asked delicately, "whether Mr.Mafferton is--interested ?" "There's the worst kind of danger of it," Dicky replied impressively.

"I don't know whether I ought to tell you, but the fact is Mafferton's just got the sack--I beg your pardon--just been _congeed_ himself.