Claud Harbinger is with us, too, working for Miltoun; but, as a matter of fact, I think he's after Babs.

It's rather melancholy, when you think that Babs isn't quite twenty--still, one can't expect anything else, I suppose, with her looks; and Claud is rather a fine specimen.

They talk of him a lot now; he's quite coming to the fore among the young Tories." Lady Casterley again lowered the letter, and stood listening.

A prolonged, muffled sound as of distant cheering and groans had penetrated the great conservatory, vibrating among the pale petals of the lilies and setting free their scent in short waves of perfume.

She passed into the hall; where, stood an old man with sallow face and long white whiskers.
"What was that noise, Clifton ?" "A posse of Socialists, my lady, on their way to Putney to hold a demonstration; the people are hooting them.