'The Duke is abroad: we are at feud with the Carabases; the Ringwoods don't come down till Christmas: in fact, nobody's here till the hunting season--positively nobody.' 'Whose is the large red house just outside of the town ?' 'What! the CHATEAU-CALICOT?
he, he, he! That purse-proud ex-linendraper, Mr.Yardley, with the yellow liveries, and the wife in red velvet?
How CAN you, my dear Mr.Snob, be so satirical?
The impertinence of those people is really something quite overwhelming.' 'Well, then, there is the parson, Doctor Chrysostom.

He's a gentleman, at any rate.' At this Mrs.Ponto looked at Miss Wirt.

After their eyes had met and they had wagged their heads at each other.

They looked up to the ceiling.

So did the young ladies.