“is to have nothing to do with Lucy and her decayed gentlewomen at all. I know the type. Preserve me from people who have seen better days, and bring heirlooms with them that make the house smell stuffy. It's a sad thing, but I'd far rather let to some one who is going up in the world than to some one who has come down.”
“I think I follow you,” said Sir Harry; “but it is, as you say, a very sad thing.”
“The Misses Alan aren't that!” cried Lucy.
“Yes, they are,” said Cecil. “I haven't met them but I should say they were a highly unsuitable addition to the neighbourhood.”
“Don't listen to him, Sir Harry — he's tiresome.”