Dear me, how much fine talk I have heard that never came to anything!" She would go on till the company had departed, and Lady Agatha would come to her side, laughing, and ask her what horrible feudal theories she had been propounding.

The two differed on every point but one, and that was in the mere matter of loving each other.

Lady Agatha delighted in her cousin's conservatism; and always said she would not have it otherwise if she could.

It was a _sauce piquante_ to the dish of their daily lives.
"You shan't lead Mary astray," she would say with pretended indignation.
"If she knew the things Sir Michael has been saying about her!" "My dear Agatha, don't _you_ go leading her astray.

Politics are no _metier_ for a woman, or they should be subservient to something else.
Go marry, Agatha, and bring children into the world, and when you have reared them you can set up a political salon and theorise about the regeneration of humanity.