Lady Lufton took it, and read it, and her face grew blacker and blacker.

Her mind was set against the writer before she began it, and every word in it tended to make her feel more estranged from him.

"Oh, he is going to the palace, is he?
well; he must choose his own friends.

Harold Smith one of his party! It's a pity, my dear, he did not see Miss Proudie before he met you, he might have lived to be the bishop's chaplain.

Gatherum Castle! You don't mean to tell me that he is going there?
Then I tell you fairly, Fanny, that I have done with him." "Oh, Lady Lufton, don't say that," said Mrs.Robarts, with tears in her eyes.
"Mamma, mamma, don't speak in that way," said Lady Meredith.
"But, my dear, what am I to say?
I must speak in that way.