If she had not been physically tired, she would not even vaguely have had, at this moment, recalled to her mind the fact that she was not of the women to whom "things" are said and to whom things happen.
"Emily Fox-Seton," remarked Lady Maria, fanning herself, as it was frightfully hot, "has the most admirable effect on me.

She makes me feel generous.

I should like to present her with the smartest things from the wardrobes of all my relations." "Do you give her clothes ?" asked Walderhurst.
"I haven't any to spare.

But I know they would be useful to her.

The things she wears are touching; they are so well contrived, and produce such a decent effect with so little." Lord Walderhurst inserted his monocle and gazed after the straight, well-set-up back of the disappearing Miss Fox-Seton.
"I think," said Lady Agatha, gently, "that she is really handsome." "So she is," admitted Walderhurst--"quite a good-looking woman." That night Lady Agatha repeated the amiability to Emily, whose grateful amazement really made her blush.
"Lord Walderhurst knows Sir Bruce Norman," said Agatha.