I saw plenty of that in the States." Lady Barnes acquiesced.

She was always soothed by the General's unfaltering views of British superiority.
They found Daphne in the drawing-room--a ghostly Daphne, in white, and covered with diamonds.

She made a little perfunctory conversation with them, avoided all mention of the house, and presently, complaining again of headache, went back to her room after barely an hour downstairs.
The General whistled to himself, as he also retired to bed, after another and more private conversation with Lady Barnes, and half an hour's billiards with a very absent-minded host.

By Jove, Laura wanted a change! He rejoiced that he was to escort her on the morrow to the London house of some cheerful and hospitable relations.

Dollars, it seemed, were not everything, and he wished to heaven that Roger had been content to marry some plain English girl, with, say, a couple of thousand a year.