'Miss Broadhurst is so entertaining to-night, notwithstanding her sore throat, that one can positively attend to nothing else.

And she talks of love and lovers too with such CONNAISSANCE DE FAIT--counts her lovers by dozens, tied up in true-lovers' knots!' 'Lovers!--no, no! Did I say lovers ?--suitors I should have said.

There's nothing less like a lover, a true lover, than a suitor, as all the world knows, ever since the days of Penelope.

Dozens!--never had a lover in my life! And fear, with much reason, I never shall have one to my mind.' 'My lord, you've given up the game,' cried Lady Catharine; 'but you make no battle.' 'It would be so vain to combat against your ladyship,' said Lord Colambre, rising, and bowing politely to Lady Catharine, but turning the next instant to converse with Miss Broadhurst.
But when I talked of liking to be an heiress,' said Lady Anne, 'I was not thinking of lovers.' 'Certainly.

One is not always thinking of lovers, you know,' added Lady Catharine.
'Not always,' replied Miss Broadhurst.