The things we do!

The Vicar comes to see us at Newcome, and eats
so much dinner, and pays us such court, and "Sir Brians" papa, and
"Your Ladyship's" mamma. With grandmamma I go to hear a fashionable
preacher--Clive's uncle, whose sister lets lodgings at Brighton; such a
queer, bustling, pompous, honest old lady. Do you know that Clive's aunt
lets lodgings at Brighton?
Madame de F. My father was an usher in a school. Monsieur de Florac gave
lessons in the emigration. Do you know in what?
Ethel. Oh, the old nobility! that is different, you know. That Mr.
Honeyman is so affected that I have no patience with him!
Madame de F. (with a sigh). I wish you could attend the services of a
better church. And when was it you thought you might be good, Ethel?
Ethel. When I was a girl. Before I came out. When I used to take long
rides with my dear Uncle Newcome; and he used to talk to me in his sweet
simple way; and he said I reminded him of some one he once knew.
Madame de F. Who--who was that, Ethel?
Ethel (looking up at Gerard's picture of the Countess de Florac).


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