Chapter I

‘Are you to be at Lady Clonbrony‘s gala next week?‘ said Lady Langdale to Mrs. Dareville, whilst they were waiting for their carriages in the crush-room of the opera house.

‘Oh yes! everybody‘s to be there, I hear,‘ replied Mrs. Dareville. ‘Your ladyship, of course?‘

‘Why, I don‘t know--if I possibly can. Lady Clonbrony makes it such a point with me, that I believe I must look in upon her for a few minutes. They are going to a prodigious expense on this occasion. Soho tells me the reception rooms are all to be new furnished, and in the most magnificent style.‘

‘At what a famous rate those Clonbronies are dashing on,‘ said Colonel Heathcock. ‘Up to anything,‘

‘Who are they?--these Clonbronies, that one hears of so much of late‘ said her Grace of Torcaster. ‘Irish absentees I know. But how do they support all this enormous expense?‘

‘The son will have a prodigiously fine estate when some Mr. Quin dies,‘ said Mrs. Darevill

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