ladies too, if they were kind enough.  The whole thing had been arranged by Mrs Montacute Jones.  As the day was fine, as many of the old people had abstained from coming, as there were plenty of young men of the best sort, and as nothing had been spared in reference to external comforts, the party promised to be a success.  Every most lovely girl in London of course was there,—­except Lady Mabel Grex.  Lady Mabel was in the habit of going everywhere, but on this occasion, she had refused Mrs Boncassen’s invitation.  ‘I don’t want to see her triumphs,’ she had said to Miss Cass.

Everybody went down by railway of course, and innumerable flies and carriages had been provided to take them to the scene of action.  Some immediately got into boats and rowed themselves up from the bridge,—­which, as the thermometer was standing at eighty in the shade, was an inconsiderate proceeding.  ’I don’t think I am quite up to that,’ said Dolly Longstaff, when it was proposed to him to take an oar.  ’Miss Amazon will do it.  She rows so well, and is strong.’  Whereupon Miss Amazon, not at all abashed, did take the oar; and as Lord Silverbridge was on the seat behind her with the other oar she probably enjoyed the task.

‘What a very nice sort of person Lady Cantrip is.’  This was said to Silverbridge by that generally silent young nobleman Lord Popplecourt.  The remark was the more singular because Lady Cantrip was not at the party,—­and the more so again because, as Silverbridge thought, there could be but little in common between the Countess who had his sister in charge and the young lord beside him, who was not fast only because he did not like to risk his money.

‘Well;—­I dare say she is.’

’I thought so, peculiarly.  Because I was at that place at Richmond yesterday.’

‘The devil you were!  What were you doing at the Horns?’

’Lady Cantrip’s grandmother was,—­I don’t quite know what she was, but something to us.  I know I’ve got a picture of her at Popplecourt.  Lady Cantrip wanted to ask me something about it, and so I went down.  I was so glad to make acquaintance with your sister.’

‘You saw Mary, did you?’

’Oh yes; I lunched there.  I’m to go down and meet the Duke some day.’

‘Meet the Duke!’

‘Why not?’

’No reason on earth,—­only I can’t imagine the governor going to Richmond for his dinner.  Well!  I am very glad to hear it.  I hope you’ll get on well with him.’

‘I was so much struck by your sister.’

‘Yes I dare say,’ said Silverbridge, turning away into the path where he saw Miss Boncassen standing with some other ladies.  It certainly did not occur to him that Popplecourt was to be brought forward as a suitor for his sister’s hand.

‘I believe this is the most lovely place in the world,’ Miss Boncassen said to him.

‘We are so much the more obliged to you for bringing us here.’