'And Lord Clonbrony, what is he ?' 'Nothing, nobody,' said Mrs.Dareville; 'one never even hears of him.' 'A tribe of daughters, too, I suppose ?' 'No, no,' said Lady Langdale, 'daughters would be past all endurance.' 'There's a cousin, though, a Grace Nugent,' said Mrs.Dareville, 'that Lady Clonbrony has with her.' 'Best part of her, too,' said Colonel Heathcock; 'd-d fine girl!--never saw her look better than at the opera to-night!' 'Fine COMPLEXION! as Lady Clonbrony says, when she means a high colour,' said Lady Langdale.
'Grace Nugent is not a lady's beauty,' said Mrs.Dareville.

'Has she any fortune, colonel ?' ''Pon honour, don't know,' said the colonel.
'There's a son, somewhere, is not there ?' said Lady Langdale.
'Don't know, 'pon honour,' replied the colonel.
'Yes--at Cambridge--not of age yet,' said Mrs.Dareville.

'Bless me! here is Lady Clonbrony come back.

I thought she was gone half an hour ago!' 'Mamma,' whispered one of Lady Langdale's daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs.Dareville, 'who is that gentleman that passed us just now ?' 'Which way ?' 'Towards the door.

There now, mamma, you can see him.