I
think he's a stuck-up sort of fellow.' To this there was not a
word of reply. 'Where did your brother pick him up?'
'They were at Oxford together.'
'I must say I think he gives himself airs;--because, you know, he's
nobody.'
'I don't know anything of the kind,' said Lady Mary, becoming very
red. 'And as he is my brother's most particular friend,--his very
friend of friends,--I think you had better not abuse him to me.'
'I don't think the Duke is very fond of him.'
'I don't care who is fond of him. I am very fond of Silverbridge,
and I won't hear his friend ill spoken of. I dare say he had some
books with him. He is not at all the sort of man to go to a place
and satisfy himself with doing nothing but killing animals.'
'Do you know him, Lady Mary?'
'I have seen him, and of course I have heard a great deal of him
from Silverbridge. I would rather not talk any more about him.'
'You seem to be very fond of Mr Tregear,' he said angrily.
'It is no business of yours, Lord Popplecourt, whether I am fond
of anybody or not.
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