"Ah, yes! There is one son a Brigadier, is there not?
And another one sees sometimes about town--a Mr.Julian Orden." "He is the youngest son." "Am I exceeding the privileges of friendship, Countess," the Baron continued, "if I enquire whether there was not a rumour of an engagement between yourself and Mr.Orden, a few days ago ?" "It is in the air," she admitted, "but at present nothing is settled.
Mr.Orden has peculiar habits.

He disappeared from Society altogether, a few days ago, and has only just returned." "A censor, was he not ?" "Something of the sort," Catherine assented.

"He went out to France, though, and did extremely well.

He lost his foot there." "I have noticed that he uses a stick," the Baron remarked.

"I always find him a young man of pleasant and distinguished appearance." "Well," Catherine continued, "that is Mr.Braithwaiter the playwright, a little to the left--the man, with the smooth grey hair and eyeglass.
Mrs.Hamilton Beardsmore you know, of course; her husband is commanding his regiment in Egypt." "The lady on my left ?" "Lady Grayson.