"Excuse me," he said, in his pleasant, courteous tones, "but I cannot but feel with Lady Milman that here we open another subject. I am sure Mrs Featherly, with her usual candour, will admit that Anthony Miles's conduct may be considered blameless in the matter?" "Indeed, I am not so presumptuous as to call any human being's conduct blameless," said Mrs Featherly aggressively, "especially that of a young man who has the snare of no profession. Not that anything seems to have any effect nowadays. There is that young Warren, good for nothing but to dance attendance upon Miss Ada Lovell. I have told Mr Featherly he really must make a point before long of speaking to Mr Bennett." "Warren?" said Sir Thomas Milman, joining in from the end of the table. "That will be his cousin whose death was in yesterday's paper. It must have been sudden, very sudden. He only came to the title about four months ago, and now it goes, I should say, to this young fellow's father. Isn't it so, Mannering?--you're up in all this sort of thing." "Sir Henry Warren is undoubtedly dead, and if this young man's father is his uncle, it must be as you say," said Mr Mannering, a little startled. "But I always understood theirs to be a family of great possessions. I had no idea this young Warren belonged to them." "Well, as often as not there's a poor branch hanging on to the big stem, though they don't very often get such a puff of good luck as this to set them straight. But there's no doubt about the money." "O, they creak of money," said Mr Wood. "Their pedigree is not long enough to have given them time to spend it as yet. They must wait for that till they get a little good blood into the family." "I shall make a point of calling upon Mrs Bennett this afternoon," said Mrs Featherly, who had been listening in blank amazement, "so that I may learn exactly what has happened. Mr Warren the son of a baronet! Well, I must say he has always performed his duties in an exemplary manner, and I shall be quite glad to show him a little attention, that he may see we appreciate it. It is certainly one's duty to do so. I shall make a point of it." Even Mrs Bennett had been raised to something like excitement, when her husband told her of Mr Warren's sudden prosperity. "So much happens every day that it quite takes away my breath," she said comfortably from the soft chair in which she was sitting. "Then, my dear Tom, Mr Warren will not stay with you? Dear me, Ada, you and I shall be quite sorry to lose him, he has really always made himself so pleasant and so attentive. I hope he will come and tell us all about it. And the poor young man who is dead, how sudden for him! Only three-and-twenty, too!"