"Perhaps a week longer. I have already paid a visitation, but the house is comfortable, the girls agreeable, and the _padrone_ unobtrusive." "If you had not been in such luxurious quarters, and enjoying such excellent sport, I should have asked you to try a day or two on the moor I have at Glenraven." "Thank you; I should have been most happy, but am engaged to Lord Parchmount after the twenty-fifth." "Did you ever meet any of Lady Fergusson's people, the Savilles she is so fond of talking about; I fancy there was a brother of hers in the --th Hussars?" "A brother of her former husband's, you mean. I don't believe Lady Fergusson ever had a brother or a father, or any blood tie of any kind, but sprang up full-blown, lovely, ambitious, aristocratic, at the touch of some magic wand; or, to come to a commonplace simile, in a single night's growth, like a toad-stool. She has been eminently successful too. What a catch Sir Peter was! Now, if that wretched boy were to die--for which consummation, no doubt, her ladyship devoutly prays--and Helen Saville would play her cards with the commonest discretion, she might secure the fortune for herself and her sisters; but she is a very uncertain person, a woman on whom no one could count." And St. George shook his head, as though he had given the subject mature consideration. "I suppose you have seen the son and heir?" asked Wilton. "Frequently. He dislikes me, and I am amused at the elaborate display he makes of it. I also like to air my Italian with his interesting little companion." "You knew her in Italy; I think Miss Saville said," remarked Wilton. "Knew her? Never. I fancy, from what she says, I have met some of the people her father associated with--a very disreputable set." "Sharpers and blacklegs, I suppose," said Wilton carelessly. "No; politically disreputable; dreamers of utopian dreams, troublesome items to governments; amiable men, who will make martyrs of themselves. You have no idea in England what a nuisance these fellows are; of course there are plenty of desperate fanatics mixed up with them. I do not remember the name of Rivers among those I have met, but I imagine that picturesque girl at Brosedale was among the better class. She really looks like a gentlewoman; with her knowledge of language and air of refinement she would make a charming travelling companion."