Talking of Dr.Ashton, they will dine here to-day, ma'am." "Who will ?" asked Lady Kirton.
"The doctor, Mrs.Ashton--if she's well enough--and Miss Ashton." "Who are they, my dear nephew ?" "Why, don't you know?
Dr.Ashton preached to you yesterday.

He is Rector of Calne; you must have heard of Dr.Ashton.They will be calling this morning, I expect." "And you have invited them to dinner! Well, one must do the civil to this sort of people." Lord Hartledon burst into a laugh.

"You won't say 'this sort of people' when you see the Ashtons, Lady Kirton.

They are quite as good as we are.
Dr.Ashton has refused a bishopric, and Anne is the sweetest girl ever created." Lady Maude, who was drawing, and exchanging a desultory sentence once in a way with Val, suddenly looked up.

Her colour had heightened, though it was brilliant at all times.
"Are you speaking of my maid ?" she said--and it might be that she had not attended to the conversation, and asked in ignorance, not in scorn.