The girls bicycle, and Lord Redcliffe breeds cattle and talks turnips." "And they all drink port after dinner," Lady Caroom moaned; "but we have to go, dear.

We must live rent free somewhere during these months to get through the season." Sybil looked at Brooks with laughter in her eyes.
"Aren't we terrible people ?" she whispered.

"You are by way of being literary, aren't you?
You should write an article on the shifts of the aristocracy.

Mamma and I could supply you with all the material.

The real trouble, of course, is that I don't marry." "Fancy glorying in your failure," Lady Caroom said, complacently.
"Three seasons, Arranmore, have I had to drag that girl round.